For a change, I transformed into (hopefully, an effective one) a tourist guide for three days when my sister spent a long weekend in the metro. I wanted her to see Chinatown (and feed her with the tastiest porkchop and beef with onion) or La Mesa Ecopark (because I haven’t been there myself!) or Tagaytay (to savor the cool breeze over a cuppa coffee). Instead, we went to the south of the metro to shriek like kids. Some things never change.