Three weeks and I can tell you the mosquitoes were inescapable. Day or night they will hunt you down! I swear. I had bug bites all over my face and toes and knuckles. I did not survive
through the night. Repeat. I did not survive through the night!

But day-to-day living was ok. Talk about old school. You take baths with a bucket of water and soap. Yay. Caution: No hot water. And you wash and dry your clothes by hand, no washing machines. Sorry. They also used a windmill as alternative energy. The stove was not really a stove; it was just the top part witha gas lighter on the bottom. And the food. Oh the many wonders of food.

I was ok for the first few days. And then, it came to my attention that the food did not do my body good. Every time I ate out or at a family member’s home, I would get sick. The peak of this sickness was in the last days of my stay, during which I couldn’t do CRAP!! I ate seaweed, then a couple of days before New Years, bada bing bada boom: I was sick beyond recognition. I was so sick I had to go to the hospital. They gave me loads of medication for every meal. I never want to go to the doctor in the Philippines again.