Well, the Peace Corps really changes you, that’s for sure. Whenever I do leave the Philippines, I’ll be leaving with one less organ, thanks to the appendicitis that hit me last Tuesday. Yes, I was sleeping soundly when all of a sudden I was awoken by what I thought was a dire need to hit the bathroom and subtly let my stomach explode. Well, that route was tried and it was a failed attempt. I returned to my room, noticing that it was only 2 AM and decided that despite stomach pains, I was going to get some shut-eye. After a few hours of restful sleep, I lay in bed continuously re-setting my alarm clock, deciding I didn’t want to get up until the stomach cramps subsided. I mean, they had to go away sometime, didn’t they? I nicely texted into work saying that I was going to take the morning off, hopefully arriving in the afternoon after I felt better.
My fever started a little while after waking up, then rose, and then steadied at 100.4F for the rest of the morning. Well, by 12:30 or so, I decided to text our Peace Corps doctor to see what they thought of the situation. I am normally the type to just wait things out, and I didn’t want to act too hastily. Well, by the time I heard back, my cramps were probably a 9 on a 10-point pain scale and I could barely stand or walk for more than a second or two. At this point, it was decided that I should get to the hospital in order to rule some things out. I was really still thinking that maybe it’s a bad parasite or amoeba that attacked my system. Appendicitis was in the back of my mind, but just as a worst-fear sort of thing.
I jumped in a taxi with my Mama to go to the hospital, and within five minutes of arriving, my doctor said, “Well, I think it’s appendicitis. We may have to go in tonight.” Worst fear, confirmed. They quickly got me to the emergency room and hooked up to an IV. We headed for an ultrasound and they ran other tests. Within a couple of hours, an appendectomy was scheduled with the surgeon and I was headed toward the operating room. During the half-hour leading up to being wheeled away, I was frantically trying to get a hold of my parents in the States, as I figured they should probably know that their daughter is going under the knife. It’s not the knife so much that makes me nervous about coming out alive, but the anesthesia. As luck would have it, both of my parents were out on their early morning walks, so I left messages. Luckily, my dad called back before being wheeled off, but still hadn’t heard from my mom. I put Angela in charge of (wo)manning my phone and slowly got wheeled to the OR. This part of the journey was slightly unpleasant, as I’m pretty sure there was a flat tire on the gurney. Ah well, builds character.
By the time it was all over, I felt on top of the world. I was in the recovery room for a couple more hours and then wheeled to my hospital room at about 1 AM. I talked to my mom on the phone that night at about 2 AM and then stayed up the rest of the night watching all the glorious shows on cable (meaning I flipped through 60 channels over and over, not finding anything really that great to watch). My hospital stay lasted for four days, and man, by the time I walked out of there, I really wanted to take that cute gown with me! At this point, I’m all better with just a little bit of soreness left. No worries.
In math terms:
LynnNow = (LynnBefore – Appendix) + TinyScars
25 February 2009
22 February 2009
Welcome to Baby Soren!
Just wanted to give a warm welcome to SOREN JOHN HILARY, who came as a Valentine's Day baby. Congratulations to Nathan, Sami, and Daryn <3
13 February 2009
A Beautiful Weekend at...Angela's.
This weekend, we had plans to go to Bohol to celebrate another volunteer’s birthday and also Valentine’s Day. Reservations were made, bags were packed, vacation day was scheduled…and typhoon was rolling in. Unaware of the current weather situation, we arrived at the pier at 7 AM only to find all boats for the day cancelled. What?!?! I’ve been counting down to this weekend for weeks now! We want to sit on the beach and snorkel for three solid, sun-filled days, and you’re telling me there’s a typhoon? Really? Yes. Well, it’s 7 in the morning, and there’s two of us at the pier. What do we do? Well, we headed to Starbucks to figure out our plan of action, when all we wanted to do was be on a white sand beach somewhere. The rain would have only been a slight hindrance, I swear! Well, since our vacation days were technically cancelled, it was back to work for us. We did some brainstorming and planning for a girls’ camp that we want to hold later in the year, and we headed to Angela’s center that night’s Valentine’s Day party. We danced with the girls at their “disco”, admired the awesome Valentine’s décor, judged the Miss Valentine’s 2009 pageant, and just had a lot of fun. Granted, it doesn’t compare to hanging out with your girlfriends and relaxing, but it was awesome to see everything that Angela has done at her site. It definitely gave me tons of ideas for activities to start at my site, and it was really cool to see her girls and realize just how different each site really is. Since there is no vacation this weekend, I’ll be working so that I’ll have next weekend off. Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! <3
Physical Therapy in the Philippines.
Last week I went to Manila for another check-up on the issue of my limbs falling asleep, and I’m so glad that I did because the test that I had to have re-done came back completely normal this time. Apparently, Americans and Filipinos have different normal values for the results of an EMG-NCV test, and that is what caused the confusion in the first test. Anyways, final decision for treatment was physical therapy for my lower back and neck, where I have bulging discs. This was all good news, as of course I was worried that I had some sort of life-altering condition, so PT? Heck yeah. If it can help me strengthen my back, which I’ve always struggled with (I had a ruptured disc my junior year of high school….and ever since, it’s been a slight issue), then I’m all for it.
Since I was in Manila already, my doctor had me squeeze in two sessions of PT there, before coming home. The PT there was exactly like PT in the US – even the patterns on the curtains that separate the little therapy areas are the same! I was quite impressed. Also, I am extremely lucky that my site is in a city, as if I were in a rural area, I’m not quite sure what would happen. I returned home last weekend with instructions to contact my doctor here to get a referral to a rehab doctor. Why I needed to get referred and prescribed PT again, I’m not sure. I was just doing what I was told. So Monday, I used my day off to head to the hospital to get all of this arranged. Since I met someone for lunch, I went in the afternoon. I found my doctor’s office, and his assistants gave me referral forms for the rehab doctor and directed me to the physical therapy department. I arrived and spoke in Cebuano, which little did I know, would cause them to speak to me in Cebuano for the rest of the visit and the next as well. This is normally fine, as I can understand most things and express what I want to say. Buuutttt, when it’s regarding my health and I only sort of understand, sometimes English would be much appreciated, especially since they can all speak it pretty well since their entire schooling has been in Cebuano. Anyways, it turns out that the rehab doctor was not there, as he is only there from 10-12 in the morning. They told me I should come back in the morning, which I should have expected to do anyways.
I showed up at about 10:15 on Tuesday morning, since the assistants told me to show up late in case the doctor shows up late also. Surprisingly, he was there before I got there, but was seeing another patient and I had to wait about 45 minutes. After I presented to him the prescription for PT that my other doctor already gave me, he then had to write out a new prescription. Basically, he re-wrote everything that was already written down. I then took this prescription to the assistants to schedule the appointment. But apparently to schedule the appointment, I had to take the prescription back to my original doctor in order to get it authorized. I then had to take the authorization to the front desk to get a PIN so that they could charge my account. Then, I had to bring the PIN back to the PT section to schedule my appointment. Apparently this wasn’t supposed to be done until the next day, but since they only spoke to me in Cebuano, I brought it back that same day. There apparently was some confusion on my part, as I understood exactly what they were saying but thought the whole process was ridiculous, frustrating, and inefficient. This therefore clouded my ability and desire to even want to understand what they were saying.
I returned the next day for my first session of PT. Facilities here were much different than in Manila, as they looked like they were directly out of a 1980s PT room and/or convent. I wasn’t quite sure. Now, I’ve had PT for my back at two other locations (in Manila of course and back in Wisconsin). I’ve also had PT for my shoulder after surgery a couple years ago, so I sort of consider myself a pro in understanding what they’re doing and why they’re doing it. Obviously, I’m not a pro in all departments, as if I were, I wouldn’t have had to come back for more PT. I’m also not a physical therapist, so for the most part I trust that they know what they’re doing.
The first thing they did was put electric stimulators and heating pads on my muscles and had me lay face-down. This is also the point in which they normally do lumbar traction simultaneously, which is where a machine pulls your spine to decrease pressure on the discs. Well, they weren’t interested in doing all this at one time, because I’m pretty sure it would have been too efficient, even after I mentioned that I’ve had it done at two other places, all at the same time! I told them that then it goes much quicker, because you can do three things at once. “Ma’am, are you in a hurry?” I wanted to answer, “Well, honestly, I’d prefer not to spend my whole day in PT, as I like to save time if at all possible.” But this was not understood, and instead, they continued to ask me if I was comfortable, which my face was shoved into a pillow and I wasn’t able to bend my neck in any way possible. Honestly, yes it was uncomfortable. After this was finished, they did the traction, which took another twenty minutes. After this, my arms and legs were bent into all sort of contorted positions that arms and legs should never naturally be bent in. Again, the answer to the question, “Ma’am, is this uncomfortable?” was, “Yes, my body should not move that way. It hurts.” By this point, I was pretty frustrated at our 2-hour PT session that should have only taken 1 hour and 20 minutes. We did some exercises that I was already taught in Manila, even though I do them at home every day anyways. Then they told me to change, and I was pretty happy about this since I thought the session was over. But no, no. Then they did cervical traction, which is meant to pull apart the vertebrae in the neck, just like lumbar traction. I’ve never had this done before, and the contraption looked like something out of an 1800s hospital, which of course made me slightly nervous. As side effect is that it feels as if your head might pop off of your shoulders and your jaw is clamped shut by the heavy pulling of your chin upwards towards the sky. As you can imagine, the question, “Ma’am, is this uncomfortable?” is slightly annoying. Well, you are pulling my head apart from my body with a strap that is tied around my chin and neck, and I can’t respond to your question because my jaw is shut tight. This was on top of my frustration I already had, and at this point, the tears started. Yay! Crying in public in foreign countries is never something to be embarrassed about. I’m actually pretty good at it.
Well, appointment was finished, they got me some Kleenex, and I headed out the door. Can’t wait for the next one!
Since I was in Manila already, my doctor had me squeeze in two sessions of PT there, before coming home. The PT there was exactly like PT in the US – even the patterns on the curtains that separate the little therapy areas are the same! I was quite impressed. Also, I am extremely lucky that my site is in a city, as if I were in a rural area, I’m not quite sure what would happen. I returned home last weekend with instructions to contact my doctor here to get a referral to a rehab doctor. Why I needed to get referred and prescribed PT again, I’m not sure. I was just doing what I was told. So Monday, I used my day off to head to the hospital to get all of this arranged. Since I met someone for lunch, I went in the afternoon. I found my doctor’s office, and his assistants gave me referral forms for the rehab doctor and directed me to the physical therapy department. I arrived and spoke in Cebuano, which little did I know, would cause them to speak to me in Cebuano for the rest of the visit and the next as well. This is normally fine, as I can understand most things and express what I want to say. Buuutttt, when it’s regarding my health and I only sort of understand, sometimes English would be much appreciated, especially since they can all speak it pretty well since their entire schooling has been in Cebuano. Anyways, it turns out that the rehab doctor was not there, as he is only there from 10-12 in the morning. They told me I should come back in the morning, which I should have expected to do anyways.
I showed up at about 10:15 on Tuesday morning, since the assistants told me to show up late in case the doctor shows up late also. Surprisingly, he was there before I got there, but was seeing another patient and I had to wait about 45 minutes. After I presented to him the prescription for PT that my other doctor already gave me, he then had to write out a new prescription. Basically, he re-wrote everything that was already written down. I then took this prescription to the assistants to schedule the appointment. But apparently to schedule the appointment, I had to take the prescription back to my original doctor in order to get it authorized. I then had to take the authorization to the front desk to get a PIN so that they could charge my account. Then, I had to bring the PIN back to the PT section to schedule my appointment. Apparently this wasn’t supposed to be done until the next day, but since they only spoke to me in Cebuano, I brought it back that same day. There apparently was some confusion on my part, as I understood exactly what they were saying but thought the whole process was ridiculous, frustrating, and inefficient. This therefore clouded my ability and desire to even want to understand what they were saying.
I returned the next day for my first session of PT. Facilities here were much different than in Manila, as they looked like they were directly out of a 1980s PT room and/or convent. I wasn’t quite sure. Now, I’ve had PT for my back at two other locations (in Manila of course and back in Wisconsin). I’ve also had PT for my shoulder after surgery a couple years ago, so I sort of consider myself a pro in understanding what they’re doing and why they’re doing it. Obviously, I’m not a pro in all departments, as if I were, I wouldn’t have had to come back for more PT. I’m also not a physical therapist, so for the most part I trust that they know what they’re doing.
The first thing they did was put electric stimulators and heating pads on my muscles and had me lay face-down. This is also the point in which they normally do lumbar traction simultaneously, which is where a machine pulls your spine to decrease pressure on the discs. Well, they weren’t interested in doing all this at one time, because I’m pretty sure it would have been too efficient, even after I mentioned that I’ve had it done at two other places, all at the same time! I told them that then it goes much quicker, because you can do three things at once. “Ma’am, are you in a hurry?” I wanted to answer, “Well, honestly, I’d prefer not to spend my whole day in PT, as I like to save time if at all possible.” But this was not understood, and instead, they continued to ask me if I was comfortable, which my face was shoved into a pillow and I wasn’t able to bend my neck in any way possible. Honestly, yes it was uncomfortable. After this was finished, they did the traction, which took another twenty minutes. After this, my arms and legs were bent into all sort of contorted positions that arms and legs should never naturally be bent in. Again, the answer to the question, “Ma’am, is this uncomfortable?” was, “Yes, my body should not move that way. It hurts.” By this point, I was pretty frustrated at our 2-hour PT session that should have only taken 1 hour and 20 minutes. We did some exercises that I was already taught in Manila, even though I do them at home every day anyways. Then they told me to change, and I was pretty happy about this since I thought the session was over. But no, no. Then they did cervical traction, which is meant to pull apart the vertebrae in the neck, just like lumbar traction. I’ve never had this done before, and the contraption looked like something out of an 1800s hospital, which of course made me slightly nervous. As side effect is that it feels as if your head might pop off of your shoulders and your jaw is clamped shut by the heavy pulling of your chin upwards towards the sky. As you can imagine, the question, “Ma’am, is this uncomfortable?” is slightly annoying. Well, you are pulling my head apart from my body with a strap that is tied around my chin and neck, and I can’t respond to your question because my jaw is shut tight. This was on top of my frustration I already had, and at this point, the tears started. Yay! Crying in public in foreign countries is never something to be embarrassed about. I’m actually pretty good at it.
Well, appointment was finished, they got me some Kleenex, and I headed out the door. Can’t wait for the next one!
04 February 2009
Serious Issue: Bagels
Well, they say that Peace Corps is like a rollercoaster. The thing about a rollercoaster is that you never really know what’s coming, unless you’ve been on that specific coaster before. You go up, up, up and are expecting a big drop at the top, but instead they tease you with a little drop and THEN the big drop. Or you’re going around a corner and all of a sudden they throw you into a loop. Or maybe you think you’re in line for the Carousel, and come to find out you were actually waiting for The Big Monster. Whatever situation it is, I’ve been finding out that yes, indeed, Peace Corps is like a rollercoaster. Living and working in another culture is both amazing and challenging at the same time. It’s weird that all of a sudden, sometimes I’m prone to wild mood swings, cravings for chocolate binges, and the intense desire to just be alone. While this may sound like something to worry about to you, frankly it’s not. Talking to other volunteers helps a lot, since I find they’re also riding the same rollercoaster and experiencing wild mood swings. It helps also to know that there’s always support there. Anyways, this all leads up to me offering some sort of explanation for my absence from my blog. The truth is, after I emerged from the first downhill of the coaster, I was just waiting for something fun and interesting to write about again—such as the next loop or crest of the next hill. Thank goodness after a pretty rough week, I had a weekend away scheduled, just in time to prevent insanity from sinking in.
Last weekend, my friend Roxy was in the Philippines with her family (well, actually for two weeks, but because of work I was only able to meet up with them for a weekend). Roxy is a good friend from college, where we were on the same floor of the dorms at Marquette our sophomore year. We spent a lot of time reminiscing (or trying to…as I’ve found that since I’ve been to two universities since then, my memory is sort of shaky). Her parents moved to the Chicago area from the Philippines back in the 70s (or early 80s?) and have come back to visit family several times since then.
I flew into Iloilo on Saturday morning, and there it was arranged for a friend of Roxy’s uncle to pick me up, show me a bit around Iloilo, and take me to the hotel. Since Roxy and her family were coming from Boracay (tourist location with white sand beaches and apparently amazing natural beauty), they were scheduled to arrive in the afternoon. Since I was needing to process several different meetings I had had in the few days before that, this was much-needed alone time. Alone time is a commodity here, as it doesn’t happen very often and it’s just not a normal part of Filipino culture. Anyways, in that time, I did some reading, mindlessly flipped through over seventy channels and found nothing on TV, laid by the pool, ate lunch at the poolside, and did some brainstorming/planning for some of my Peace Corps projects. All in all, I think that was crucial to me being able to just fully enjoy the weekend.
Roxy and her family arrived at about three in the afternoon, and after being introduced to everyone, we grabbed some more time at the pool. By this time, though, it had gotten cold and while Roxy was still enjoying the warm weather, I could be seen shivering and covering up with a sarong. Between then and Monday morning, we were definitely kept busy. We hit the mall, got haircuts, met some friends/family for dinner, got a good night’s rest, ate an early breakfast, attended Mass, went to a friend’s for snacks and lunch, took a tour of Iloilo, visited Roxy’s grandmother’s house (Grandma’s in the US), visited her Mom’s and Aunt’s college, sat by the pool again (in the wind and cold), and met more friends for dinner and then coffee and dessert. We were exhausted! But the weekend was amazing, and Roxy’s family was particularly amazing. Even though they’ve called the US home for many years, they haven’t lost their hospitality that Filipinos are so famous for. They treated me just like a family member, and I felt not like an outsider, but rather like I had known them all for years.
One of the most interesting parts of the weekend was listening to a conversation they had about both politics in the Philippines and their appreciation of the US. While as a Peace Corps Volunteer, I have obviously formed many of my own observations about life and politics here in the Philippines, it was fascinating to hear the perspective of those who have spent about equal amounts of time in both places, and who now call America home. Indeed it was also eye-opening to hear them speak of their appreciation for Uncle Sam and all of the opportunities it had opened. Often, it is easy to forget that being born an American can be seen as a privilege and that many countries around the world do not offer its citizens the rights, opportunities, and dreams that Americans are allowed. Although times are currently dismal, America still holds an element of freedom and prospect that cannot be found elsewhere. Through listening to Roxy’s parents and family talk of their appreciation, I realized just how lucky I have been and just how much I have taken for granted. So many people come to the US in search of a new life for them and their children, and sometimes it’s tempting to take this for granted.
There is also another serious issue that comes to mind at this moment: bagels. Many Americans go through their days, and maybe they choose a bagel for breakfast or lunch, not realizing just how delicious and satisfying it actually is. Well, Americans take these for granted also. While yes, I might be able to find a bagel at an expensive hotel or maybe even a coffee shop here, they are not widely available. Well, thanks to Roxy, bagels have now become a part of my life here in the Philippines. Well, at least for the next week and a half or so. The bagels travelled with my friend from Chicago (although I think they’re originally from Wisconsin, as the brand reads Wisconsin Dutch or something like that) to LA, then to Seoul, South Korea, and then on to Manila. From there, the bagels travelled to Boracay to enjoy the white sand beaches and finally landed in Iloilo. They had yet another flight though, as they travelled with me from Iloilo back to my home island. Oh, the things those bagels have seen! There were other things too—chocolate, earrings, undies—and they all got here safely. Thanks Rox :) !
Overall, I came back to work this week with a refreshed attitude and outlook on my job. While I can’t get into details, I am just going to see how the next few weeks go and take it from there. I’m scheduled to get some more tests for the health issue previously mentioned, and we’ll see how it goes. I did do the worst thing you can possibly do when you are about to get tests—read the internet. Apparently my current condition, as diagnosed, can be a symptom of anything from “nothing really” to kidney or liver failure. Well, I’m pretty sure it’s not that. It’s somewhere in between, I’m sure.
Sidenote: if you haven’t yet read The Audacity of Hope, I’d recommend it, no matter what your political views. Much love.
Last weekend, my friend Roxy was in the Philippines with her family (well, actually for two weeks, but because of work I was only able to meet up with them for a weekend). Roxy is a good friend from college, where we were on the same floor of the dorms at Marquette our sophomore year. We spent a lot of time reminiscing (or trying to…as I’ve found that since I’ve been to two universities since then, my memory is sort of shaky). Her parents moved to the Chicago area from the Philippines back in the 70s (or early 80s?) and have come back to visit family several times since then.
I flew into Iloilo on Saturday morning, and there it was arranged for a friend of Roxy’s uncle to pick me up, show me a bit around Iloilo, and take me to the hotel. Since Roxy and her family were coming from Boracay (tourist location with white sand beaches and apparently amazing natural beauty), they were scheduled to arrive in the afternoon. Since I was needing to process several different meetings I had had in the few days before that, this was much-needed alone time. Alone time is a commodity here, as it doesn’t happen very often and it’s just not a normal part of Filipino culture. Anyways, in that time, I did some reading, mindlessly flipped through over seventy channels and found nothing on TV, laid by the pool, ate lunch at the poolside, and did some brainstorming/planning for some of my Peace Corps projects. All in all, I think that was crucial to me being able to just fully enjoy the weekend.
Roxy and her family arrived at about three in the afternoon, and after being introduced to everyone, we grabbed some more time at the pool. By this time, though, it had gotten cold and while Roxy was still enjoying the warm weather, I could be seen shivering and covering up with a sarong. Between then and Monday morning, we were definitely kept busy. We hit the mall, got haircuts, met some friends/family for dinner, got a good night’s rest, ate an early breakfast, attended Mass, went to a friend’s for snacks and lunch, took a tour of Iloilo, visited Roxy’s grandmother’s house (Grandma’s in the US), visited her Mom’s and Aunt’s college, sat by the pool again (in the wind and cold), and met more friends for dinner and then coffee and dessert. We were exhausted! But the weekend was amazing, and Roxy’s family was particularly amazing. Even though they’ve called the US home for many years, they haven’t lost their hospitality that Filipinos are so famous for. They treated me just like a family member, and I felt not like an outsider, but rather like I had known them all for years.
One of the most interesting parts of the weekend was listening to a conversation they had about both politics in the Philippines and their appreciation of the US. While as a Peace Corps Volunteer, I have obviously formed many of my own observations about life and politics here in the Philippines, it was fascinating to hear the perspective of those who have spent about equal amounts of time in both places, and who now call America home. Indeed it was also eye-opening to hear them speak of their appreciation for Uncle Sam and all of the opportunities it had opened. Often, it is easy to forget that being born an American can be seen as a privilege and that many countries around the world do not offer its citizens the rights, opportunities, and dreams that Americans are allowed. Although times are currently dismal, America still holds an element of freedom and prospect that cannot be found elsewhere. Through listening to Roxy’s parents and family talk of their appreciation, I realized just how lucky I have been and just how much I have taken for granted. So many people come to the US in search of a new life for them and their children, and sometimes it’s tempting to take this for granted.
There is also another serious issue that comes to mind at this moment: bagels. Many Americans go through their days, and maybe they choose a bagel for breakfast or lunch, not realizing just how delicious and satisfying it actually is. Well, Americans take these for granted also. While yes, I might be able to find a bagel at an expensive hotel or maybe even a coffee shop here, they are not widely available. Well, thanks to Roxy, bagels have now become a part of my life here in the Philippines. Well, at least for the next week and a half or so. The bagels travelled with my friend from Chicago (although I think they’re originally from Wisconsin, as the brand reads Wisconsin Dutch or something like that) to LA, then to Seoul, South Korea, and then on to Manila. From there, the bagels travelled to Boracay to enjoy the white sand beaches and finally landed in Iloilo. They had yet another flight though, as they travelled with me from Iloilo back to my home island. Oh, the things those bagels have seen! There were other things too—chocolate, earrings, undies—and they all got here safely. Thanks Rox :) !
Overall, I came back to work this week with a refreshed attitude and outlook on my job. While I can’t get into details, I am just going to see how the next few weeks go and take it from there. I’m scheduled to get some more tests for the health issue previously mentioned, and we’ll see how it goes. I did do the worst thing you can possibly do when you are about to get tests—read the internet. Apparently my current condition, as diagnosed, can be a symptom of anything from “nothing really” to kidney or liver failure. Well, I’m pretty sure it’s not that. It’s somewhere in between, I’m sure.
Sidenote: if you haven’t yet read The Audacity of Hope, I’d recommend it, no matter what your political views. Much love.
We both ordered a single scoop of ice cream, just different cones. There was a tiny bit of size difference.
Out to dinner with family and friends.
Us at Central Philippines University, where Roxy's mom and aunt went to school. From R to L: Uncle Russel, Roxy's mom, Mama Auntie, Roxy, Me, and Roxy's Dad.
Enjoying mango shakes by the pool.
The beauty of the Philippines...
Puppies!
I bet you thought I'd never say it...but I wish I had a place like this to meditate in my own house...
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