Ayo-Ayo Cebu

It's hard to believe that my time in The Phillipines is over, but things always have a way of coming to an end. I made some great friends there, discovered rock climbing, worked with some warm and inspiring people, and came to love a country I knew very little about only a year ago.

I'm writing this from Johannesburg, South Africa (or Jozi, as it's now called instead of Joburg), and I'll be back in Canada again in a few weeks. What a whirlwind, to be in three continents in the span of one month. I'm not sure if it's time to slow down yet, but I know I'm tired. Actually, not simply tired, but more like I feel the need to take some time to digest my experience in Cebu and not to move on from it too quickly. I want to feel its impact.

When I left I was given two very meaningful gifts. One is the most perfect "hat" that I can't wait to wear one day when I'm feeling silly, or in need of some serious sun protection. The other is a Cebu-made guitar that sounds lovely to my ears.

Ayo-ayo is Cebuano for take care.