Well...It's true that I have talked about my experience many times since I left Tacloban, Philippines :) And yes it's difficult to find one story because I have a lot to tell, jeje. Therefore, perhaps what I haven't told yet is how much I miss being there and how sad I felt when my brother and I left.
The last day we stayed in Tugop my heart just broke and I knew I had to go back. That day, Nanay Nene cooked our last Philippine breakfast; fried fish with veggies in coconut milk, and those delicious rice cupcakes they call "puto" ;). It was not a sunny day as usual, it was raining that day as if it were crying because of our leaving :) At Tugop Elementary school students were waiting for us with lovely letters they wrote to my brother and me. They also prepared a dancing and several songs that still remain in my heart :) We had a great time at Tugop Elementary School...I laughed with kids, we played and I hope they learned as much as I learned from them, even from the most restless and vivacious ones ;) We got all wet because of the raining but I didn't mind jeje, I always enjoyed the tropical weather ;) there are many things I remember ang give me great nostalgia; the jeepneys, balut, basketball in the afternoons... :) it was hard to say: "Good bye!"