Growing up, summer vacations meant going home to Laoag. I will never forget a picture of me on top of a carabao near the river... A kalesa ride. .Rolling tabako for Lola Julia. These were my fond memories of Ilocos.
From our recent trip up north with our clan, same addictive laughter filled the house. Memories started to barge in and left us smiling the whole time. Those were the moments I'd always look back and cherish for the rest of my life.
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