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Photoblog: Matteo's First Tagaytay Trip

Sharing to you Matteo's first Tagaytay trip. Yep, it's definitely memorable but its not something I want to do again! Haha I'll tell you in a little while.

Our first stop was the Cliffhouse, but it was still too early and most of the restos were closed. So we decided to take photo ops and move on.






We then headed to Bag of Beans for breakfast. It was my first time (late bloomer, I know). I find it similar to Sonya's, without the bed and breakfast.


Coffee is coffee no matter how late in the morning!





The little one felt right at home! It got me wishing for a house with a big yard so we can eat out during breakfast!



What is conscious mag-project! Obviously, this outfit shot is a fail. Too stiff, bordering on constipated! haha

Top: Gap
Leatherette pants: H&M
Shoes: Primadonna
Sunnies: Accessorize
Turban: Greenhills
Necklace: Earth works at Manila Fame



Here's where the problem started. Antonio's. Where the valuable lesson that babies and fine dining dont mix is grasped. During the start of the meal, Matteo threw a fit and went crying nonstop. I barely had the appetite and we were all miserable! Never again!










Hope you enjoyed the pictures!
Have a great day!

TBBMD

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