Wake observance here in the Philippines is intense. One thing I like though is getting to see so many relatives and friends. I've meet a great uncle with awesome stories about when he was rich, living in santa monica. Those will be a series of blogs - here's some teasers...death by sex, "ling-ling", chicken ranch, popo and berettas, mcdonalds arrest...
I'm heading back in a few. A bunch of lovely local ladies just said some prayers and songs. Now they are feasting on some pancit molo and pata. Someone brought salad tonight too. Thank you Baby Jesus, Buddha, the divine, the universe, the flying spaghetti monster for that person's kindness. I get to eat tonight and have I missed lettuce.
I miss lettuce. When I get back to North America, I will be eating every green available.
I'm not sure whether I can do naked yoga this week, with people coming in and out of the compound. We'll see. I need to power yoga son regardless, I haven't been on my yogitoes in a while!
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