The people who took over our old apartment aren't putting up curtains. It's been a month since they moved in. Normally, I like seeing into other people's homes. That probably makes me sound creepy, but I admit it. Whenever we drive by houses at night, I like to glimpse other people's lives through their windows: the warm glow of a lamp on a table, shelves filled with books, a cat perched on the back of a chair. Except that I can no longer stand looking inside our new neighbors' apartment. (Our living room windows are angled in such a way that it can't be helped, unfortunately. And their lights are so bright, we can see them through our curtains.) It's so strange to have to see what they've done with our old place, the space we called home for six years. God, I wish they would hang some curtains.
We had a really restful weekend in Baguio and my small sacrifice of waking up early to travel there paid off because we beat all the other tourists who also thought to spend the long weekend there. We didn't do much this trip. I had power naps that lasted five hours -- such a treat. We ate at Cafe by the Ruins for breakfast on the three mornings we were there -- making sure we spread out our favorite meals on those three days. On our last day, before leaving for Manila, we stopped at Cafe the by Ruins Dua, a branch that we didn't even know had opened. Dua is where the baking happens. It was so good to watch.