Looks like 1 November will be smack in the middle of my visit.
She’ll be emotionally charged, for sure:
Let’s see, we’ve been chatting and talking every day for over three months, together almost constantly- officially courting, for a week- is he EVER going to ASK me?
And here we are with the family at mother’s two-year-old grave.
And so will I- take above and stir in:
Let’s see, I’m out in a baranggáy, wandering around in a cemetery with LOTS of strangers speaking an unintelligable tongue, 8000 miles from home- in Muslim territory, and it’s getting dark …
Trick or treat, Kano.
