I do not know what to expect. As I write this entry, I find myself in a Cebu Pacific aircraft, flying domestic for the first time in nearly four years.
My goodness, Miguel. 4 years? You've gone all over the world without having bothered to explore your own backyard first? Well, that's just wrong.
Or maybe not too much.
We have a tendency to get complacent about going around our native countries. There's always this thought which says that we can go to familiar local haunts anytime due to the fact that these places tend to feel (or are) so close to where we live. Why go to a resort two hours away from your house in Manila if you have the option to fly to Singapore or Tokyo first?
Being familiar with the smell, texture, and story behind your home soil does offer some perspective, though. In order to have a credible read on the fullness of your identity, in order to be able to stand proud before those from other nations, and other roads on the ethnic map, why ought to know who we are first. We can't forget this integral part of the process. Besides, being able to talk about who conquered you 364 years before you were born, and consequently, how you managed to break free from the bondage of your "oppressors" would make for great conversation with a perfect stranger at a coffeeshop in Los Angeles, Paris, Madrid, or Penang.
At least for this week, my passport's decided to take a vacation of its own. Loyalties aside, we must each fly solo for the time being.
One step forward, instead of ten. Look close, and not too far. All seems to still be in perfect order this way.
MC
615pm update- Have made it to Bellevue Beach Resort in Panglao Island, Bohol. Nice place. Secluded. With friends.:)
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