Sweet Life With Mary

Shots I took of me and Mommy

More photos taken by Mary - we were on a taxicab to visit cousins.

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Flower design

Roadside Garden

Can you see me?

Pipe store

Tricycle

Keep clean

Walking along

My foot

Soon, Mary and I will travel back to the States, after a little over three months vacationing in the Philippines.  For the next few days, let us entertain you with the pictures she took.
Here are photos from our first weekend at my sister’s in Angono.  We went for a morning run to get pan de [...]

I grew up behind that wall with the small, rusty windows up in the second floor.   Back then, all I saw through those windows were gravestones, markers, a few sizable burial plots.  I would often wonder about the people who visit their dead relatives during November 1st in that spacious area right across from the back [...]

Continued from last post…
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Are you still with me? I hope Mom has a firm hold on you. Be aware of where you have your wallet. I know you are eager to take in all the sights but do not get TOO distracted.

There is shopping everywhere— storefronts, sidewalk vendors… Around the school opening and Christmas, there [...]

I have barely a week left on our vacation in the Philippines and I want to do some more shopping.
Would you like to come with me and my Mom to Divisoria?
We’re commuting, just a minimum-fare jeepney ride from my parents’ house.
First we have to walk over to where we can get a jeepney.
Watch out for [...]

No Pedestrian Crossing - Deadly….

I am a big fan of that Filipino tradition of Pasalubong. My eldest brother has a weekend house in Antipolo and he comes to my parents house during the week to run the family business. Whenever he comes, he brings something.

What’s in the bag this week?
Suman sa Lihiya
A new favorite of mine. Old-time favorite of [...]

Mary likes boys smaller than her.  I don’t know why.  And she doesn’t, either.
She went to school here in the Philippines for two days, sat beside this boy who got an instant crush on her (and who proceeded to copy off her paper— when told to write their names, the boy looked at Mary’s paper [...]

I have a sister who is younger than me by almost two years and when we were kids, SHE got to be flower girl at least THREE times while I was never chosen. A three or four-year-old was cuter than a five or six-year-old. I felt deprived.
So when I heard that a close family friend [...]