Thank you SG. These are just the sort of mildly interesting things that I'd like to read from someone's trip.
There were no special trips planned today, no one visiting and no one to go visit. Sort of a boring day.
I woke and got up at around 11 am today. That's when I effing felt like getting around after reading late into the night.
All meals are prepared by my MIL at their house which is just a few doors down. We all like to eat together and it's my MIL's purpose in life to provide good foods and clean clothes for all of us.
That's not sarcasm, that's just the way it is here. Her role here is respectable caring for all of us.
We left the apt to go for breakfast as we often do at this time.
The neighbor across the street is working her way slowly from her front gate into the back of a very pinoy looking Jeepny. She's a very old woman and a slow mover.
Her son is holding her arm to steady her. She's teary and her voice breaks up as she tells me...
Theese my son home from Amerika.
The son, John, an electrical engineer working in the San Fransisco area.
My eyes adjust to the bright sun after crawling out of our cave and I shake his hand.
"Do you drink beer" I asked.
He shook his head no. "How about Pepsi?" He smiled as to say yes and we agreed to get together to chat in the coming weeks.
He'll be around for 3 weeks.
Before moving on to the house for breakfast, I looked in the Jeepny. There was a small boy in the back looking very uneasy.
It was John's son, 3 years old. This was his first visit to "the old country" and I could just read his mind.
"I don't like this vehicle, it's very hot here, this is not home, I don't know all these people, it smells bad here"
We both commented on the boy's expressions and then went on to breakfast.