It’s been 12 years since I had been back. It was time. Philippines, here I come.
I hadn’t been back since my Tatay’s (my grandpa who raised me) funeral. Before then, we spent many childhood summer vacations in the PI. Everything leading up to the trip was in perfect harmony and just like a composed symphony, the trip was perfectly synchronized to the T…just perfectly beautiful. I am currently in post vacation blues.
Spiritually mature, no longer a child, where I was in my life – it was just the trip I needed to reset and refocus on what was important to me. It was a time for me to reflect – a personal retreat if you will.
On July 20, a hot summer Thursday in good ol’ Texas, we set out to the airport to endure the long awaited trip. We laid over for 6 hours in Vancouver and then finally toward the the anticipated 12 hour trip to Manila. I was sort of nervous to arrive there and kept thinking – what will they all expect of me? What do they think of me? It’s been years.