It’s been two years since our family visited my husband’s hometown. My husband’s from Aparri, which became quite popular because it was mentioned in the theme song of a local noontime show. The song meant to say the show is number one in the entire Philippines, as in from the northernmost place in the country to the one deep in the south. Of course, they realized later that Aparri isn’t actually the farthest place in the north; it’s Batanes. (Or perhaps the show wasn’t available in Batanes then because they didn’t have electricity yet.) But, yes, it’s still quite far.
We were reminded of the fact when we travelled a day ago and was on the road for 24 hours. The trip only usually takes 14 hours, but traffic in the Philippines, as you may already know, is the worst. We got stuck for two hours in a remote area because a trailer truck toppled over and the local government did not attend to it right away. So, that’s the Philippines in a gist for you.
Unpleasant experiences aside, it’s nice to be back here. It’s still quiet and overcast, but there’s nothing good food can’t make pleasant. We had miki and brownies from Cindy’s this afternoon, and I was reminded of how happiness can be found in simple things.