Look who got us a wedding gift.
The conya lola, who owns the beautiful Sonya's Garden. She had this sent to our villa, the morning after the wedding.
We went to check the place out early last year, with my entire family. We all fell in love with it and its huge, old-fashioned cottages, but my wedding didn't at first. I mean, it was lovely and serene, but it didn't have grass. It had cute brick paths, and I was kind of fixated on grass during the early stage of our planning. Plus, I had doubts about the food because I've only heard about their vegetarian menu, and I DON'T EAT THAT. So I looked at a hundred more garden venues. Nothing felt right. You know how it is when you're a bride, and you're looking for that perfect place for your wedding. It has to be calling out to you the minute you set foot on its ground. Unfortunately, the perfect grass is worth two hundred grand, and my girlfriends were so close to smuggling weed for me, so I decided I didn't want that anymore, and went back for a second (and third, and fourth...) visit to Sonya's. Been there so many times in a span of two months that I'll find my way there blindfolded. I grew more and more in love with it with every visit, and after the food tasting, oh my gulay, I realized their other dishes are not getting fair treatment! I'm sure bitter sila sa exposure ni lettuce, et al. We had a Filipino menu, and it was just heavenly.
The villas didn't have much appliances in them, you won't find a flat screen in your room, not even an A/C (not that you'd need it in Tagaytay) but there's lots of books lying around, and the beds, there's like a dozen in one room! There's even day beds in the bathroom! Well, the bathrooms looked like bedrooms, so you can actually lie in bed while watching someone poop. There goes your television ;p
Here's our cottage. The whole upstairs was mine and Apple's, while Elo and Mara had downstairs all to themselves.
Photos by Elo Cruz
P.S.
Tita Sonya's gift is a beautiful fushia pink, silk robe, and I love it! Went to say thanks. Look at her, gardening in pink boots, and look at our bagong-gising selves, with the dog she calls Bruno. Or was it Brutus? Shucks, I forget!
