So I'm in the town that my Dad grew up in. I've been to the town my mom grew up in from High school onward. We've slept in the crazy city that is Manila, we've slept in a rest house in the middle of the Jungle walking distance from the beach. We've ate foods and vegetables that I don't think I can even hope to pronounce without help much less spell. And in many ways, it's so not what I thought it would be. It's more, it's less. I think that maybe when I'm back from the heat I can describe it, or maybe I'll et to a point here where I can.
But regardless, one of the most amazing things is the transportation. From the no holds barred traffic where the rules are the rules of the jungle, Filipino style, to the ferry boat complete with people transporting live Texas rooster ( best kind for Cock fight ) and the Deluxe accommodations with AC. And of course, the Jypnee and Tricycle cannot be described. Even the books I've been reading do not do justice to the mortal fear and assurity that you feel at the same time. It's ... it's very zen.
But I think, that what I am appreciating most is the time with my parents. Basking in the love they have for each other, their joy in being here, and their joy in being one with their home ... it is infectious, it is exhilarating, it defies my poor descriptions.
For now, I am glad that we've had a week and have another.
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