I can’t believe today marks one week since I arrived in the Philippines. It’s a full third of my trip — which is clearly not anywhere near long enough.
The highlight so far has undoubtedly been the rice terraces of Batad. There are not enough adjectives available to describe how awed, inspired, and humbled I was before this eighth wonder of the world. I hiked for two days to get in and out of the village, was rescued from a near-death tumble off a terrace wall, and had only an icy cold shower to greet me on my return to Banaue — but it was worth every step. I can’t contain my excitement — I’m throwing a few extra photos in this week!
Horse drawn carriage wheel in Manila
Pineapple plantation in Tagaytay
Traditional dress in Banaue
The Eden-like rice terraces of Batad
Walking the walls in Batad
A cross in Batad — the Philippines are more than 92% Christian!
A self portrait, in rice
The unofficial national mascot of the Philippines
Clearly I couldn’t decide! Which is your favorite photo?
I also want to take a moment to thank all of you that left me such encouraging words and sweet condolences in the wake of my doses of bad news last week. It means so much — really. The loss of my grandmother will sting for some time, but in terms of my career stumble, I’m already I’m making plans for the future.