|Somewhere above northern Luzon aboard a Cathay Pacific flight from Hong Kong|
Nothing on earth elicits a more profound tingling sensation than when I begin to see the Philippine coastline from where I'm sitting, some 30,000 feet up in the sky. Many foreign beautiful places may have made their mark on me but for someone who was born and raised in the Philippines, the umbilical connection is quite apparent. Even after living elsewhere for a long time, that connection has really never been severed. I see these islands, really beautiful islands, as still a part of myself. Like migratory birds, I always return home and feel happy doing it - again and again - because . . . well, that's the nature of things.
|Every time I arrive, my first agenda is to buy a SIM card at the Arrival's Hall|
of the crappy NAIA. My previous ones have all expired.
|I was ready to pay for a taxi ride to the Centennial Terminal when an attendant|
advised me to take the free shuttle transfer between terminals instead. Finally. Hooray!
|As the A320 took off, the ever-growing Makati skyline came in full view, |
reminding me how much of the city is turning into another Manhattan.
|Cebu isn't my hometown but I'm meeting my parents who flew in from Davao and a sister who arrived from L.A. -|
all of us in the same day! Normally, I fly to Davao after the ultra-long haul flight from NYC.
|Thanks to my mom's Mabuhay Miles, I got to fly free - on Seat 1A.|
I was disappointed though with the meal selection - I was offered either pasta or Pad Thai.
Hoping for a traditional Pinoy meal, I ended up choosing our neighbor's dish.
|In Cebu the next day, newspaper headlines caught me by surprise. Lacson, himself doing his own version|
of a homecoming, arrived an hour earlier than I did.