More than anything else in the Philippines I think I will remember rolling past streets and streets lined with faces of people happy to see and be seen by others. Sure I am a foreign face in a pack of roaming misfits but the smiles that I have received daily, and by the dozens, have been warm and generous. They are the types of smiles that make me want to stop walking or jump off the bus and chat a while. This is a place where people are not too busy to look others in the face and engage with them. This is a place where humanity is valued if for no other reason than that we are all children of the same Creator. I have found myself no longer responding to the smiles of others but initiating them and trusting that I will receive a sincere and honest return; whether it be a smile, a wave, a raise of the eyebrows, or children running to hide behind their mothers. I think that my disposition has changed since being here, I have a little less of my North American aloofness; my Ontarian desire to get from point A to point B without being distracted or interrupted is being worn down. I have gone to bed with cheeks hurting from smiling so much. So yeah, I think you could safely say that I have a new pastime.