Conversation on trips to Sagada and other points of interest in Amianan. It's now 8:10AM. Done with breakfast and finishing my second cup of coffee. Esteling and cousin to the comfort room while I do the laptop, finishing my coffee, waiting for packed lunch. Asked female waiter wearing French beret what the French words on the wall meant but could not get the correct translation and pointed to the English below the words: tender loving hands humble dough something good to eat.. Recalling French 1 taught by a pale tiny French lady in university days, Parle vous francais, mademoiselle? the blogger said to another Filipina waiter wearing a French beret--she came with our bill- and we both laughed. To a French looking man in a nearby table, Puorquoi ils nes parlent francais? who looked away.
The young Filipinas, how nice and beautiful they are, giggled--they made the blogger's day.
That's what life is all about, said Cielo, when the blogger told her and Esteling about the incident. She said going to Singapore would save her from worrying, among others, what menu to cook for her son's family in Santiago.
Raul dropped us in front of the Diosdado Macapagal International Airport and we hugged him before he went out of the terminal for Baguio. Boarded Cebu Air Pacific and the plane left at 12:15PM and landed at the Changi International Airport at exactly 3:38 PM. Christoffer, our youngest son who works in a multinational company met us at the lobby, and we piled into a taxi for Buangkong Crescent, where he and his brother live on the 6th floor of a high-rise building in Block 981-B--the equivalent of a housing subdivision in this clean and green island-state.
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