Post #3 on the Philippines
My Spring Break 2011 began around 9pm on Thursday, March 10th. I was headed to the Philippines a couple days before my friends to visit some family. This would be my second time to visit. My first time was when I was 8 years old and I was with my mom, so you can imagine I had some feelings about it. On my 2 hour voyage to the airport via public transportation to catch my 1:15am flight, I had so many thoughts running through my head. "What will I talk about with them?" "Do they remember me?" "What will we do?" "Is their English good?" "I wish my mom was here!" etc... I wouldn't say I was nervous, more like anxious and excited. I really had no idea what to expect. I think my family in the US could've been more excited than I was considering about 7 of them called within the first 2 hours I was there.
I ended up having the most wonderful time with them and I was so sad to leave. The first time I left the Philippines I cried the whole plane ride from Manila to Japan (sorry Mom). I kept myself together this time, but I might've shed a tear. This is my tribute to them. Thank you for making my time there so enjoyable. Miss you all!