Timeless in Baguio

Purplish mountains. Blue skies. And dreaming under fluffy white clouds, pine trees reaching for the sun.

- JULLIE Y. DAZA

Each time I set foot in Baguio City, I imagine it as timeless. Mornings at 8 feel the same as afternoons at 5, just before the sun sets. Is it my watch or imagination?

But when night descends, darkness with the texture of velvet comes, and slowly, ever slowly, the feeling of timelessness intensifies; 9 p.m. feels like it will stay that way for another two hours.

No wonder Lin B. and her friends couldn't wait to have a pajama party at 9:30 p.m. up in her suite on the top floor, the fifth, of Baguio Country Club. In Baguio, once you've stayed at BCC, you don't want to stay anywhere else. A Baguio without BCC?

Unthinkable; like owning a crown without a jewel.