Home Sweat Home

Never has the meaning of the statement “Nothing tastes like home” meant so much to me.  After two wonderful weeks in the Philippines in is amazing how everything permeates your sense of culture.  The air feels different.  The heat is smothering the majority of the day.  The smells vary greatly and often are not pleasant.  The visual sights can be shocking as you view living conditions.  The food is totally contrary with no similarity to what we are used to having upon our tongue and what we are used to eating hot or warm they serve cold or lukewarm, i.e. eggs.  Upon getting home and sleeping in my own bed my children gave a wonderful Father’s Day gift by taking me to BD’s Mongolian BBQ.  Oh the taste of home (the States anyway).  


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