in the 16 months that i’ve been traveling, i got ask this question a lot (and variations of it): where are you from? your english is very good, how did you learn it? no, i did not roll my eyes at them because frankly, i also don’t know. i’ve studied a 3rd language before, and i for one can say that studying it in a classroom definitely does not translate to having a good command of it.
spanish man: no one in spain goes to church now
spanish man: yeah. churches are empty
me: but that’s your greatest contribution to the world! christianity!
spanish man: *shrugs
buti pa spain naka-move on na
Due to arriving too early, huddled within myself through the cold as I waited for Pia’s Poppies to open, I was pretty much disoriented by then time I emerged from my slumber from my room.
i asked before how tour guides/tour operators can approach us tourists without making us feel like we’re getting conned. Here’s my story of how I met probably one of the best tourguides one can have, Erwin from Rantepao. Continue reading Not all tourguides are out to get us chapter 2
me and my turkish dorm mate talking about the creative ways locals charge tourists
turkish guy: i don’t know, they always charge me operating or local prices. like i pay 30 and when i ask other foreigners pay 50. for the exact same thing. maybe it’s good that you look like a terrorist (caresses beard while smiling slyly)
me: maybe you should just be thankful that you pay less
what a weird way of looking at things
turkish guy: you’re not tired, if you’re tired you can just rest and after three days you’re ready to go again. maybe you already got what you wanted from this trip, that’s why you’re like that
i know. and what comes after terrifies me
after nursing jetlag for a week, I was finally ready to go out and about san francisco (yep, i’m on the other side of the world now and I haven’t done anything on this blog for months). i’m staying in daly city, the next town to san francisco, where all the filipinos, chinese, and latinos live, apparently.