If you’ve gone to the town of Taal by way of Tagaytay City, you’d be familiar with the winding road with hillocks on one side and a cliff on the other. Very picturesque. The cliff side looks down on lots of trees and wild vegetation that end on the edge of Taal Lake. These days, however, a part of that beautiful scenery has been spoiled with the construction of an architectural monstrosity.
The hillocks are still really very pretty. Wide expanse of greens, very few houses, clean breeze… So, during the drive to Taal, I gushed and sighed alternately, imagining building a house on one of those hillocks, a house that would blend with its environment. I even went beyond imagining. I started pointing here and there, choosing the perfect locations.
Sam groaned audibly and said in what sounded like an exasperated tone, “Eh, paano ‘pag walang internet (what if there’s no internet)?”
When I’m in a dreamy mood, I have a solution for everything. I said, “Things like SmartBro were really meant for the rural areas…”
Sam said, “Eh, ‘pag nasira ‘yung Mac mo, saan mo ipapagawa (And if your Mac conks out, where will you bring it for repair)?”
I didn’t have a fast answer to that and she took advantage of the momentary awkward silence and just went for the kill.
“At ‘pag kailangang ipalinis ‘yung dSLR mo, saan mo dadalhin (And when your dSLR needs cleaning, where will you bring it)?”
Okay. OKAY. I get it. Sam knows me too well. I won’t survive in the province. Or, if I do, I’ll probably have to sacrifice part of my sanity.
Of course, Sam’s real point was probably, “I don’t want to move to some even more remote boondock than where we’re living right now so stop dreaming about another house on a hill that overlooks a volcano.”
Fine, fine. Back to house-hunting in the city.