It was good. Pumbaa enjoyed it specially.
I got to eat chicken inasal and original batchoy. I went to a haunted house (twice) and climbed the first falls. I saw family and friends. I talked to some, because I'm only staying for a few days and there's no time to meet them.
It was good, and it was too short. I don't know when I'll be able to come back. I'll tell more stories when I finally get over the sadness, if you will. I don't know how long before I can see my friends again, or my inaanak, or my grandmother who's 80 and cannot travel anymore.
I didn't realize how much I've missed it until I'm right smack in the middle of a live nostalgia trip. It has changed a lot but at the same time it was still the place that had a major influence on my growing up years.
In the meantime, I'll just do a Pumbaa and be friends with my past.