In my brother's words, “One minute my brother and I were at the Metropolitan Museum of Manila marveling at the Pablo Picasso exhibit like the faux intellectuals and pseudo art critics that we are. And then the next minute, we were walking to Taft Avenue under the unforgiving heat of the noonday sun, because we didn't have enough money to get on a jeep. How quickly did we morph back to our old, impoverished, plebeian selves!”
Still, we have so much to thank the Lord for. He knows just what we need.