Some things I love about the Philippines, the sunsets, the
people, the warm water, the people, the smiles, the resiliency, the combination
of old and new, Today I was driving home
from Moalboal, I decided to drive during “the fight”, figuring the roads would
be clearer. I was right; I made it home
in record time. Along the way I passed
many people coming from the fight or church.
I tried to guess from their faces if Manny had won. They were smiling and I was thinking the
answer was yes. It turns out he lost.
I stopped in Minglanilla, to look at the pink church I have passed several times. I parked in the church lot, the service inside, was broadcast outside. There was a statue with a message, please fix the statue of Jose Rizal. The fake Greek columns and steps and terraces could have been beautiful if they were not in such disrepair. On the road again, I loved seeing the water buffalo being led down the center of the new SRP highway. Had a burrito for dinner tonight, decent. You’ve got to love the Philippines despite and because of its growing pains, contradictions and frustrations.
I stopped in Minglanilla, to look at the pink church I have passed several times. I parked in the church lot, the service inside, was broadcast outside. There was a statue with a message, please fix the statue of Jose Rizal. The fake Greek columns and steps and terraces could have been beautiful if they were not in such disrepair. On the road again, I loved seeing the water buffalo being led down the center of the new SRP highway. Had a burrito for dinner tonight, decent. You’ve got to love the Philippines despite and because of its growing pains, contradictions and frustrations.
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