My job as a farmer, trader and a forwarder up on the mountains of Benguet, all in the name of research, was awesome. Perhaps the “when in Rome” part could mean something grand than just becoming a thread in this complex tapestry. La Trinidad’s weaving surely possessed a fine “workings” as I’m sure there will never be another for a million miles.
One would think that if no two cities are alike, then their offerings would be as unique as a complication in a mechanical piece. I have to get out more. This time, monkey thinks before monkey does what Romans do.