I Miss My Philippines

I miss waking up early in the morning to the sounds of roosters crowing, the time in the morning when the temperature is mild and the sun is just starting to break. I miss strolling down the street to the street vendor who sells coffee by the side of the road I miss leaning against the buildings downtown in Tagblarian, Bohol sipping hot coffee and watching the people pass by and the smell of fresh made pandsal coming from the bakery. I miss the UBE lady who sells fresh UBE sticky rice outside the wet market.

I miss..... My Philippines...... I want to go home.....