It’s 20 minutes past 4AM, welcome to the Philippines.
Flight 103 from Los Angeles to Manila had more than its share of turbulence while in the air; loads more than either of us had ever experienced on a flight. Due to the rocking and shaking, the food & beverage service were interrupted at least twice, (imagine my dismay) but our hunger was made calm by the ham sandwiches my mom made that we brought on board with us. While the ride was choppy at best, it made finally landing and touching ground a very happy occasion for us.
My sister’s father in law Goody and his driver Jack picked us up and drove the 2 hours from Manila to the province city of San Pablo, which is a very special place to me since it is the where I was born. It was a bit hectic, as Goody had to be back at the airport in Manila so he could fly to China that same day, and time was closing in. Jack was a pretty badass driver and got us into San Pablo with about 3 hours left to complete the round trip back to Manila. I really hope Goody made it to his flight.
Once in San Pablo, we went straight to the farm/guest house owned by Tita Beth, and spent the rest of the day with my family; Tita Beth, her daughter Linvi, Tita Auring, Ate Alla, Kuya Boy and Kuya Inso. All of them so kind, generous and welcoming to both of us. We lunched on yummy, fresh, local food, and I think both Abraham and I ate way too many lumpia ubod, but it was ridiculously delicious…perhaps tomorrow we’ll work it all off 😉
Tonight, we are the only 2 people in this great big rest house, in this fantastic farm. Not sure if it’s hit me that I’m here, but I’m feeling blessed and very grateful right now.