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As I walked in Sonya's garden, I saw a clump of red flowers pointing directly to a nondescript fountain hidden among the flowering plants.

The bigger cottage occupied by my family and me at Sonya's Garden. Note the abundance of flowers around the cottage which almost covers it from view -- and prying eyes.

Even though it’s been about two weeks since my sister’s wedding in Manila, with the reception at Sonya’s Garden in Tagaytay, I still remember quite well the brief two-days holiday we spent at the famous Sonya’s Bed & Breakfast Cottages. Sonya’s English-inspired Cottages are so quaint and so rustic that it’s like being transported into a genuine traditional English garden setting.

The newly wedded couple, plus my father and my other sister and her husband, as well as myself, spent at least a day going around the cottages, sampling the herbal spa, and just moving from the newlyweds private cottage and the bigger one which was assigned for my family as well.

Here are some pictures I took of the quaint cottages and Sonya’s English garden. One thing to note is that most of the white linen with beautiful embroideries of flowers used in the cottages were made in Vietnam. If anyone would like to know where to source this kind of linen, you can write to me  : )

Ante-room of one of Sonya's cottages. Note the colorful glass chandelier.

One of my sister's trousseau laid out in the garden footpath.

This is the interior of our cottage. The burnished gold brass bed in the middle dominates the entire room. The floor is cement with long planks of what might have been the original wooden floor mixed with it. The capiz windows are marvelous - capiz being made from the mother-of-pearl shell that is pretty abundant in the Philippines. A wooden genuine Indian divider painted with Indian court scenes is seen on the right while a Balinese low bed is at the corner on the extreme left. Flowers from the wedding are on the table at the left.

The View from outside the cottage. The capiz windows are usually drawn shut at night from prying eyes outside.

The bigger cottage had three bedrooms with four beds. This one is a smaller bedroom with a cozy Balinese four-poster bed which was occupied by my father. It was much smaller but cozier for me. I particularly liked the painting of the half-naked girl on the wall above the bed as well as its small but handy bathroom with a rock garden.

A nice place to sit in the garden, right beside one of the bigger cottages.

A nice floral centerpiece among the garden chairs.

The view from the window beside the brass bed was so romantic that I had to take a picture. Flower arrangement courtesy of our wedding caterers ; )

The view of the Secret Garden of Sonya, especially of the little boy fountain, from the window of the cottage. Truly magical!

Capiz-paned windows, white linen embroidered with tiny red flowers, and a wrought-iron bed beside a romantic window -- what else could you live for? I wish I could have a similar bedroom in my house, sigh!

How quaint the rock garden in the small bathroom adjoining the cottage's small bedroom! It was a novelty standing on flat smooth rocks while pebbles are strewn around your feet ; )

This antique mirror circa my lola's generation is so cute that they even had colored flowers sandblasted on its rim! Notice the hanging floral house robe reflected in the mirror and my arm caught in the reflection.

The romantic pebbled pathway to Sonya's Country Cottages.

A romantic nook in the garden. I wonder how this lovely seat is sheltered from the periodic rainshowers that January day?

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Hiya!

I’m catching up on my blogging again ; ) Not that there isn’t much to write. There are actually tons. But haven’t had my mind focused on the blogging lately.

But there is much to celebrate. For instance, my youngest sister got married last Saturday – in a quaint little church on top of a hill in Tagaytay. They call it Calaruega. How people managed to choose this church for a wedding truly amazes me. The only dirt road leading to this church is pockmarked with holes. But there it is – along with its singing and iPad toting resident priest!

It was a great feeling – to see your sister and her new husband, her friends, colleagues and loved ones gathered around, all beaming with smiles, all laughing. For starters, my sister wore a fabulously hand –embroidered wedding gown care of a well-known Filipino wedding gown couturier, Ms. Veluz. She’s as chirpy as any one I know who really relishes designing all those frou-frou, fairytale like wedding gowns.

My sister’s was no exception. It was a confection of white tulle and lace, heavily embroidered with exquisite beading and some shiny Swarovski crystals. It had a little train and a long veil as well.

And most importantly, it took me 20 minutes to get my sister’s gown unzipped (we later found out that my sister was sewn into the dress , hence we couldn’t find the hooks).

So I had to don a blush pink bridesmaid’s dress, which honestly, I don’t think I did look very well in it : ). Still, it was fun to see half of the head honchos of the Philippine advertising industry being there, clowning and slapping jokes like little schoolboys and schoolgirls.

And the bride was radiant; so was the groom – har har har!

The Blushing Bride & the Suave Groom faces the wedding guests at Calarueda Chapel in Tagaytay.

The only thing that marred the event is when the bridal car driver tried to pull a fast one on me – charging an additional fee that was equivalent to 3 hours overtime when we only spent an hour more than agreed upon. No worries but at one point, I thought I was going home with a sore fist and bloody murder in my eyes, as I was prepared to slug it out with this lying and conniving driver out at the parking lot.

What I like most about the wedding? Taking photos of the preparations, including the pre-wedding fittings (when do I manage to fit a gown as gorgeous as that – har har har!).

So as a last say in this blog post, I turned another year older about 2 hours and 55 minutes ago. Yes folks – I was born 5 minutes after midnight in a cold January morning in Quezon City  not so long ago – har har!  My mother said I was so tiny and white, and loved to cry – har har!

And like any other birthday, I couldn’t sleep very well. Always thinking something good is going to happen after that magical time when the clock strikes 5 minutes after midnight.

Which brings me to the topic of my new zodiac sign, in the wake of an inclusion of a supposedly 13th sign in the Western Zodiac horoscope. So now I’m a Capricornian. This is not surprising to me. Having been born on the cusp, I have both characteristics from Capricorn and Aquarius, my birth sign.

But what the heck? I would love to have a world that don’t need all these signs. And this is the end of my blog post. Finding myself so sleepy all of a sudden . . . .

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