So my family lives in Paco, Manila and I’ve been staying with them. It’s been so weird coming from snowy cold new york to hot humid manila. Its very different. Right now im on the rooftop of the house cause its where I can get signal for internet. All the powerlines hang from the poles intertwining with leaves of the trees. Nice modern houses are sprinkled in with the majority of shacks and tin roofed structures ( I can’t even call them real houses) cause I feel like they’ll just collapse. There’s been alot of rubble all around, construction that seems abandoned or taking too long. There’s a lot of pollution form the jeepneys, taxis, motorbikes etc and I thought manhattan was bad with that. I can see metro manila from hee with its towering apartments and offices, its a nice skyline but then I think about how in going there today I passed by makati, which was pretty depressing because of the tons of children who blended into the sidewalks and the surrounding rusted metal and hardened sheets that stood as shelters. I have barely seen traffic lights here which is kind of cool in that I can get off the jeepney whenever I saw para po. But then there’s so much crowding and confusion that multiplies the disorder and it becomes overwhelming.
I haven’t taken a warm shower since I’ve gotten here. I’ve woken up to the noise from the street and the actual crowing of roosters. But I don’t want to make it seem like this trip has been so burdensome and depressing. It’s been really nice so far. I’ve been reunited with a family that hasn’t been all together since before I was born. I’ve met two uncles that remind me of my mom and then cousins who remind me of me but I have barely spoken to them all my life.
It’s a weird feeling. like all of my life has been a certain way and then I plop myself into this other country and there’s a whole other part of my life that has just been here. I’m understanding more tagalog than I used to even though I can’t really reply and getting used to the culture. Saying bayad po in paying the jeepney, one five to mean fifteen hundred, and learning to leave my plates even at fast food restaurants and at the mall cause someone picks it up after me. Of course there’s still way more to learn but we’ll see how much I get to in the next two weeks.
Well just wanted to give an update. Hopefully someone cares enough to read haha. More as I get along. :p
P.S. Heard it’s snowing again in NY. Hope it’s not as bad as the blizzard and that everyone is safe.