Being a dayo, is not a reason for a gap; because there’s really none.
When I was on Saray, it is really lovely to have this act of greeting every villagers we bumped up to while walking around/going somewhere with ´…magandang umaga/tanghali/hapon/gabi po’, as an act of respect and humble, and express that really it was a beautiful morning/noon/afternoon/evening for us – which is not often done by some people here in lungsod. The warm accommodation, invitations of sit-for-a-while-and-have-a-hot-coffee for the dayos to shrug off the weather’s coldness, the slow pace of life yet making sure that every tick tack is use to worth, and the refreshing green scenery, which made us felt more that we are welcomed and home.
It was Thursday – gentle breeze rolls onto the trees, such a soaking comfort,
