By November 7, 20102010, Asia

My home that is how I felt when I stepped off the bus in the Philippines. The air was hot and smelled like heat. For the first time I truly felt warm. Then I saw it a pure white flower, little did I know it was about to become a¬†metaphor¬†for the Filipino people. They where that flower pure white goodness. The hospitality and kindness that was displayed was unlike anything I have ever seen before. They take you in and treat you as one of their own before you know it you feel like a Filipino person. I have found a home in the Philippines and I can’t wait to go back.

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