The Written World: Garden wedding

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Garden wedding

I always thought a ga

rden wedding is wonderful. And when I say garden wedding, I mean Tagaytay. (Only Tagaytay. In my mind, even Baguio isn’t good enough.)

But that was before yesterday; before I set foot in Fernwood (Sanville Subd. In QC); before our photoshoot with Agot Isidro.

I always liked Agot. I was prepared to be s

tar struck by her. What I was not prepared for was to be awed by the place. Fernwood is simply splendid — a tropical rainforest (complete with swan and waterfalls and fish) enclosed in a skylight dome-roof that lets you party, rain or shine.

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Dreams don't soar in our sleep. It is only when we are wide awake that we are able to give them wings, and it is when our courage learns to fly that we able to crash our fears. //seb;01April2008

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