Home Down South
Finally, I am home. Even if the office paperwork is not yet done, I cannot wait. My son is just too important. Anyway, being down here is both comfortable and fresh. Jeepneys literally fly on the road (no traffic baby!) even if they pass by at 15-minute intervals. Even so, you are not assured of a vacant seat. It took 4 jeepneys earlier, before we found one to go to town.
Sure, I will tell you all about it. Meanwhile, give me time to smell the aroma of burnt hay (and piggeries!) and gorge on fresh buko juice and seafoods. Certainly, I missed the fresh air and clear wide roads with mountains and rice fields as a back drop.
To me, sure is heaven.
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