This was an odd morning. I had just woken up from a dream where I was trying to speak Tagalog to jewellery shop owners because my cross necklace broke. Then guess what…
It broke.
The clasp snapped as soon as I put it on. Hmm. Premonitions aside I was delighted to have had a full sleep at last. Luxury indeed.
My morning was helping to bake some bread with the B parents. It looked like I was creating peanut butter…

But you reap what you sow and although this isn’t farming the kitchen was blessed by the presence of these wrapped up loaves.
There’s a Filipino word I think everyone should know. Matrapik. It means terrible traffic, I first of all love the fact they have a specific word for this and secondly if you come to the Philippines you’ll hear this phrase over and over again. The B parents and I experienced Matrapik on the way to the mall but at least I saw where the cockfighting roosters are kept.

On the main road, tied just far enough away that they don’t tear each other to shreds.
Switching topic completely: Where’s the best place to buy your bread and milk? How about the third largest shopping mall in the world? This was one “room” of the mall.

A bit of Christmas shopping and 5 jewellery stores later I had my fixed necklace, some gifts and a rumbling tummy. I made an accidental visit to Krispy Kreme with the blessing of Mr B and then it was home again.
Cue my daily snooze here.
Had some dinner with the more of the “Miracle on 34th street”, Santa Claus is put on trial… I love this so much. I can’t decide if this is a food blog, movie reviewing blog or a travel blog. When in doubt, do all three.
Before the sunset I taught master B a few card games such as Jack-slap and Rummy,

Finally I started packing for an “island hopping” adventure on the weekend. Kiya Joel invited me to go there with some of his workmates. He said it’ll be fun. Beyond the details of that I have absolutely no idea what to expect. But I’ve yet to turn down an adventure, so please raise your glasses to a few more sleepless nights! Cheers!
