Once I got to her village she met me at the bus stop.
Kabankalan is very different then the other places I had been, I thought that it would be sort of like the small villages I visited in Africa. I was wrong. It's hard to find one perfect word to describe it be I think a close word it developed yes Kabankalan is more developed then the small villages I visited in Africa. I don't know about you but before I actually came to the Philippines I did not know much about it at all so here is a little in sider information, the beaches are very beautiful and tropic but, the actual village has a lot of poverty but it also has some not so poor parts of town. They do have buildings but not very many some of the streets are paved but again not very many and they do have streets signs and once again not very many but that is pretty good for place with so much poverty. So any way, I met Nenita at the bus stop and we walked to her hut it took about 20-30 minutes which was difficult considering I had my luggage but it was not very much because I alone had enough time to stay with Nenita for 3 nights sadly I wish I could have stayed longer but I had to get back home to go back to school. So far I could tell that Nenita is a very find and gentle old lady. The second I walk in the door I smelled an amazing smell of some kind of food I smelt mean and bread, it was amazing! Also when I walked in I was bombarded with lots of "Hello" and I could tell that they learned how to say hello recently because I was coming I was also bombarded with hugs from all sots of people short tall fat skinny it seemed like Nenita had invited the whole town in her little 2 room hut to meet me! After about an hour of eating and talking to people they finally all started to leave the food that was there was so delouse there was some kind of chicken then there was a bread rolls and potatoes and some other delouse thing that I don't quite know what it is. Now that everyone left I could talk to Nenita more, she has four children but they live in a couple of cities over working and they send most of the money to Nenita. I was unbelievably tired after a long day of planes and buses so I asked Nenita where I will be sleeping and she offered me her bed but I did not feel quite right taking her bed and making her sleep on the fool or I took the floor instead. I slept on about 5 blankets and had three more on top of me because at night it gets quite cold.
Here is a picture of Nenita's hut you can't see from this picture but since she lives on the shore her hut has to be raised on polls.
Here is a picture of some of the food that I had it was all so delicious!!
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Your beginning really pulled me in and I loved how you explained how it was different that California, you allowed me to paint a real picture of the town and the poverty going on. I also really loved the pictures with vibrant colors of different types of food.
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