This is the 11th instalment of a series of personal posts I am sharing from our travels to the Philippines in May-June of this year. If you’d like to start from the beginning or check if you’ve missed any – you can view them as a set here.
Travelling with little children means that in the busy streets of Manila we get to know a lot of the streets surrounding our hotel from the back of a taxi.
It’s hard to explain my emotional response to travelling in a country so different to the one where I was raised. A life of western perspective swells below the surface during our travels. My mind fighting my heart constantly. I search for the truth amongst my misconceptions and find beauty in new light.