"Juancito" wrote

. . .May I tell you about a
day in the Philippines?

The sun rises and sets at the same time....you adjust your life to
it. The sounds of cooking, the pots and pans, the mothers singing to
their children wake you with the rising sun.

I open my eyes to a woven bamboo ceiling, woven bamboo walls, I am
sleeping on a woven reed mat upon a wooden floor.

But don't think I am living poorly, oh no! I have a metal roof,
brightly painted red.

(snip)

And I unroll my woven reed mat...and it's just another day in
paradise...

priceless...

yfitons
wayno