Summertime always make me think of home - the roadtrips with
friends, the weekends out-of-town, sand, surf, barbeques, mangoes, fresh air,
fishballs, corn cobs, the dirty ice cream in the street, drinking coke out of
plastic bags, sipping fresh buko juice
or eating halo halo on a hot summer day.
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These flood of memories makes me yearn to be back in the
Philippines, to be embraced warmly by its familiar, welcoming shores, to leave
the cruel indifferent desert-concrete jungle of Dubai and once again be treated
as a golden island senorita. Yes these are the stuff of my summer daydreams.
When people, foreigners, ask me about the Philippines, I
always ask them back "Do you like the beach?" If they say yes, I
immediately brighten up and become a little miss unofficial tourism ambassador,
happy to go on talking about the places I loved the most, Boracay, Palawan,
Batanes, Pagudpud. The list goes on. If they say no, well there's always San
Miguel Beer, Sisig, Balut and Karaoke.
There are usually so many good things to say, that sometimes
I wonder why some Filipinos choose to brood over or highlight the bad things.
I
think of home in the summertime and I hear a song in my head that goes – On an Island in the sun, we’ll be playing
having fun, and it makes me feel so fine, I can’t control my brain…
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