Letter No. 18 - Christmas in Dahilayan, Bukidnon

Dear Lance,

Mommy should have written this 3 months ago.. But time went by so fast!

You were 10 months old then..

When we spent our first christmas together..

With Mommy's family in Bukidnon, Philippines.

You were the youngest amongst all your cousins at that time..

But you enjoyed the vacation as much as everyone did..

Just look at you! :)

Kisses,

Mommy

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References:

Letter No. 17 - Penguins and Polar Bears

Letter No. 19 - Keeping You Busy

Snapshots of La Paz, Bolivia

How is La Paz, Bolivia in your imagination?

A shop selling dried Llama foetuses and potions at the Witches' Market

I had no idea until we got there..

Skyline of La Paz

Some parts of the city looked modern..

Women wearing their traditional Aymara dresses with pride

Some parts did not..

Public Transportation - Mi Teleferico Cable Car System

Some things were advanced..

Public Transportation - Old Traditional Bus

Some things were not.

A Cafe in La Paz

Notice the Cholita outside the cafe..

Interesting culture.. isn't it?

A street at the Witches' Market

So do you think I liked La Paz? :)


Check out the following:

The Bolivia I Didn't Know Existed
My Playground.. Salar de Uyuni
Where I'd Stay in La Paz.. Again
Island of the Sun.. Isla del Sol, Lake Titicaca

The Rain

Can't believe I wrote this in 2007.. 10 years ago --


People always blame the rain... yeah it is raining hard...

But I would say...

The best way to know who your real friends are...

Is to see who turns up for the dinner you've cooked when it is pouring...

Is to see who prioritizes your meeting when there is a better shelter next door...

Is to see who comes and shivers with you when the city is in thunders...

Is to see who sails with you when your pillows are in floods...

And there are just a few of them... very few...

Because everybody prefers the sunshine... everybody just wants to lay down on your beach blanket... and everybody just wants to sunbathe with you...

So thanks to the rain... for doing the filtering for me..