By: Juliana March S. Mendoza
“Pit-patter. Pit-patter.” The sound of the
raindrops lightly thumping against the AW. Night
fell. As my dad drove through the streets of
Tagaytay. There was no need of air-conditioner
inside the small vehicle our new found friend let us
borrow. The wind welcomed by the opened
windows, provided enough coolness.
It was our first time in Tagaytay. We’ve
already visited the famous Mushroom Burger
Restaurant and was on the way to the new
amusement park, Sky Ranch. The narro ܁