This view is from the side of the terrace, where I sit and blog, while Tim surfs the net. It's close to my auntie Cely's place, so we can pick up her internet from this spot. It's actually very, very cool in the early morning.
My auntie's place is the light colored pink/sand house on the left, on top of the green roof. You can't see their windows but they usually can see us from there, to see if the lights are on, or if we are out on the terrace.
Every morning you can hear prayer service coming from here. It's catholic but Tim said it sounded like the prayers he heard while he was stationed in Saudi Arabia. It's recited in a very monotone voice from a man and then a woman's voice comes in, as if to answer questions from the monotonous male voice.
This appears to be some water bottling distributor. Throughout the day, there is a song that plays when the trucks back up. I can't remember the name of the song but it's a popular one. Every time I hear it, which is about 100 times a day, I try to pinpoint the name of the song. But alas, I never got it figured out. I bet one day I'll be driving along and it'll play on G105 and I'll be like "THAT'S IT!"
It's a home with a dirt foundation, banana trees growing, and these roosters crowing for us. Here, among all the concrete, a rural piece of paradise. I love it.
The sliding doors are the entrance to the two bedroom apartment.
And yes, no shoes allowed into the home...
Beyond the gate, the stairwell. And we are on the fourth floor, so it's eight steps, then seven; then eight, then seven; then one more set of eight and seven steps.
Also, this building was being built during our visit to London. They had a video camera fixed on the building, so they could watch it whenever. While we were over there, we saw uncle Bong looking over the work. It's pretty cool and special that we were staying in that very same building during our stay.
Tim seemed to always have the keys, so I was always needing help to get these opened just to get back up to the apartment.
We had another mani/pedi treatment, so that we would have freshly polished toes and fingers when we got back to the U.S.
I didn't get a picture of my nails but I had an elegant take on a french manicure: tan polish with white tips. Oooo-la-la!
What a busy day at the Ramos family home since she was getting her teeth removed, we were spending our last day, and my auntie Cely would be returning from the hospital after her chemo therapy.
The chemo didn't go so well physically for her. My auntie Mher stayed with her all night. It was decided, after a hard evening, that this would be the last of the chemo for her. This was it. She is done. So whatever happens next...just happens.
I decided I wanted to get another gift for my BFF's daughter, so CJ and I went with my uncle Bong back to Balibago's Rosas to pick up the gift. We rode the jeepney and crossed bumper-to-bumper roads to get to the store. I clutched my uncle Bong as CJ clutched me. Of course, I forgot my iPhone and captured NOTHING of this. Inconceivable that I would walk away from my main BFF, my iPhone...but it actually happened.
This is what it looks like, on a plate that's already rolled two of these (sorry about that :)). That is also a piece of pizza crust next to the strip...the only ends (pizza crust) of the pizza roll are on either end of the long strip.
Before the final roll, a nice drizzle of pesto sauce (yes, italian pesto sauce) is placed along the strip.
I did a brief google search and found no such thing within the first three pages. If anyone who actually reads this knows of something like this, I would love to get a link. I am going to try to make this on my own but I'd love to see if there are variations, or at least a baseline on the crust.
We made it back home and took a lot of pictures. I went up to say goodbye to my auntie Cely. It was hard not to boo-hoo through the whole thing. I was warned not to cry in front of her but that was one of the hardest things for me to do. I'm crying as I write this. I truly hope that she will pull through this and that I'll be able to visit her again.