I’m in the Philippines. Many things stay the same (like the music). Many things change (like new stringent smoking laws, friends no longer living here, my grandmother dying). It’s always odd, but perhaps underscored by only being here for 4 days with 2 days of travel. Before I left SF, I came up with a new goal: to spend 7 days in a row in SF. It’s a big one, but I’m going to try…
Elvis was on my plane. He’s fat and wears a tacky red jacket.
The president of the Philippines sent flowers to my grandmother’s memorial. Am I really part of this family?
Currently I’m really hungry so this will be short. Time for some food I can only get here, like a banana cue from a street vendor.