My plane landed at 3:45 in the morning. We were first plane to get in that morning with two other international flights. I had to wait for a long time for my baggage was one of the first baggages in the second leg of my travel back home. Probably it was six when I cleared the immigration, enough time to reach my first destination in Manila.

In Manila, I attended my first mass in the chapel of the street children. I met with Fr. Rocky the priest in-charge. Handed him the gift that I received from the fund raising we did before I left have a short chat then I have to let him go for his other commitments.

I am trying to adjust to the heat and the surroundings. I still have to find my bearings so driving is out of the question. The streets are crowded with walking people and adjusting to the traffic is a challenge.

With the past mornings that I have attended masses I have to admit I am not in the United States. Even ordinary day masses are well attended and if you are late then it will be standing room only. I believe the poverty that continue to exist strengthens the ordinary people’s deep dependence on God. In many ways they consider their faith to be their only ally that will sustain them during times of challenge.

Everyone is well at home. Mother is just fine, again surprised with my unannounced visit. I am trying to call my other siblings to gather together during one of the weekends. They are working in other places and timing to get together is also difficult. I have to learn to cope with their different life style here.

I will try to let you know the other things I am enjoying here. I hope everyone is doing fine. It feels as if I just left but I know my time here will soon be over, I will try to enjoy everyone in my family for I know that’s the only reason I came home for.

See you soon.

Fr. Aloy