Life After Manila

If you were born in Manila, lived there as long as I have and moved to another place, you would miss the sound, the smell and the heat of that city. I love Manila and I thought I would live there for the rest of my life. Situations occur,  new people come, plans change. Now, I live in Northern Europe. No regrets!

I do not claim to be a good writer. I have no patience to edit myself. I always blame all my mistakes with the languages I have in my head. Feel free to correct my grammar, spelling and writing style. I may not follow your correction but I will keep your advice in mind. I am not a good photographer either. I take photos only to document where I am and what I see. I wish I would be better (and I have no excuse not to learn new things.) I can stare at an art work I like for several hours. I like to use unconventional clothes. I can never say no to good food no matter how full I am. I drool over shoes I cannot afford. I will almost give anything to read books for a whole week.

I still miss Manila even after several years of being away. I still miss the chaos, the smell, the heat. Maybe plans will change again. Maybe.

Pax Christi, Al