Ang Italyano na “Nagparoot-parine” sa Bulacan

Habang nasa Bulacan ako natuto ako na mayroon ang isang uri ng Tagalog na iba sa opisyal na Tagalog na pinag-aralan ko sa mga aklat.

Akala ko na kumpleto ang aking kaalaman ng Tagalog bago ng aking unang dalaw sa bayan ng asawa ko, pero natuklasan ko na iba ang pagsasalita ng mga tao doon.

Minsan, habang namamasyal ako sa barangay ni misis, may nagsabi sa akin “lagi kayo nagparoot-parine“.

Sabi ko “lagi nagpapaano ako?”, “lagi nagpaparoot-parine kayo” daw…

“Ibig yata ninyong sabihin na ako ay nagpaparoot-parito

Sabi niya “oo, lagi kayo nagparoot-parine

“Ano ba ang ibig sabihin ng rine?” ang tanong ko.

Sabi niya “ganire ang salita namin dine

Ganire, dine”?!?!?!?!?!?! “Ano ba iyan?”

Ang wikang Bulaquenyo!

Ngayon medyo sanay na ako sa mga “dine, rine, ganire” dahil kasama sa bahay ang byenan ko…

Interesting, bago ng unang dalaw ko sa Bulacan halos puro English at Italian ang pagsasalita sa bahay…

Ngayon tuwing umuuwi ako sa Pilipinas ginagamit ko ang “dine, rine “ para kumbinsihin ang mga mandurukot na hindi ako turista kundi ang isang “taga rine“….(ang isang mestizo….)

How to Create Intimacy in a Relationship

Intimacy is what makes a relationship intimate or, in other words, it is what sets apart a thriving couple from two roommates.

Intimacy is way more than just sex.

It has been said many times and in many ways that real intimacy is into-me-see.

When in a couple there is real intimacy, husband and wife are fully vulnerable, open, transparent and free to be as they are, without fearing to be judged, unappreciated and not loved by their partner.

Dealing in truth

Real into-me-see is created when we stick to the truth or, in other words, when we allow our partner to see who we actually are and when we look beyond the veil of our expectations, self-agenda and mental projections and see our partner the way he or she actually is.

So, what gets in the way of intimacy is when, instead of being our true selves and allowing our spouse to see who we actually are, we try to live up to an image for fear that we won’t be loved. What also gets in the way of intimacy is when we refuse to see our partner as he or she actually is and manipulate him or her to get him or her to become the person we need (or that we think we need).

Removing the need to appear a certain way

The need to live up to something extra to feel happy stems from the false idea that happiness comes from external things like somebody else’s approval (as well as many other external things like money, success etc.)

The reality is that we don’t need love and approval to feel at peace, nor do we need any other external.

External things are nice to have, on reasonable terms, but they don’t inherently make us happy.

What external things can give us is a series of highs, which are inevitably followed by a series of lows.

Happiness induced by external things is flimsy and short-lived.

My wife comes from the Philippines and she is a native speaker of the Tagalog language.

In the Tagalog language there are two words for happiness being masaya and maligaya.

Masaya is happiness that is there when there is some kind of stimulation (for example Filipinos say that they are masaya when food is masarap or tasty or whenever there is some kind of masayang okasyon or happy occasion). This necessarily implies that when the food is not masarap and when the occasion is not masaya, the sense of masaya goes away.

Another word Filipinos use (rather rarely) is maligaya which refers to namamalaging kapanatagan or lasting peace that does not depend on the external environment.

The life of a person whose condition is maligaya is not a rollercoaster of highs and lows and such person’s happiness and fulfillment is not at the mercy of whether other people or situations are favorable.

A person who knows how to be at peace independent of external circumstances doesn’t need validation and approval to be happy and, therefore, doesn’t need to wear a mask and live up to something extra and is free to be himself or herself and fully vulnerable, honest and transparent.

Fighting cultural conditioning

Cultural conditioning can make it extremely difficult to be the kind of person who is able to be fully transparent in an intimate relationship.

Not only is my wife’s culture very strongly oriented toward external gratification, the Philippines is also the country where people are strongly driven by hiya (fear of feeling ashamed or embarrassed), amor propio (the need to protect their self-image to avoid incurring hiya) and saving face.

These deep seated cultural traits make it extremely difficult for Filipinos to be themselves and they always have to live up to somebody else’s expectations (especially the expectations of their extended family).

A person who wants to be in a relationship characterized by into-me-see must make the hard inner shift to become an internally-driven human being who doesn’t need to live up to something external and can emotionally afford to be him or herself in a relationship.

This requires getting past years of conditioning and programming, especially if a person comes from a culture, like the Filipino culture, that makes it very hard to be autentic.

So the first element to create into-me-see is removing the need to live up to something thereby allowing our partner to see who we truly are.

Seeing and accepting our partner as he or she really is

The second element is to see our partner the way he or she actually is.

Most of us have an image of how our ideal partner should be, we have a bias, our own self-agenda and these things massively get in the way of into-me-see.

Failing to accept our partner the way our partner actually is creates resistance and attempts to manipulate our partner to get him or her to conform to our agenda, our biases and our ideal image of how our partner should be.

This is a trap that many Westerners who have a long-term relationship with a Filipina fall into.

The book “Culture Shock Philippines” by Alfredo and Grace Roces says that “when day-to-day social exchanges fail to meet their expectations, some people become frustrated and antagonistic”.

When many Westerners, who come from a culture in which husband and wife leave their parents for good and build their own independent family unit, discover that a Filipina is attached to her husband as much as she is attached to her parents, and tries to please her extended family as much as she tries to please her husband, they begin to resist and manipulate to get their Filipina to conform to their model of the world.

And the same thing happens in all relationships where people fail to love, accept and appreciate their partner as he or she actually is.

Creating real intimacy is tricky

Having been in a multiethnic marriage for 20 years I realize how hard it is to create real intimacy, especially in this kind of marriage.

Letting go of years of programming and conditioning that we have to behave a certain way to be loved and that our partner must be a certain way to deserve our love is easier said than done.

But I am aware of the fact that there is no way.

As Jesus Christ said “the truth will set you free”.

Truth is our savior when it comes to creating intimacy and it creates real freedom: it frees us from the neurotic need to live up to an artificial image and it frees our partner from the need to meet our expectations to make us happy.

See also http://www.filipitaly.com/2020/09/how-to-create-intimacy-with-filipina.html

When your Car Breaks Down on Saturday…and you are Married to a Filipina

If my car breaks down on a Saturday and no mechanic is available, being married to a Filipina gives me the advantage of being able to count on the diskarte of my Filipino relatives and friends.

Diskarte is a Filipino word that basically refers to the ability that most Filipino people have to fix things using creative methods and whatever is available.

My car’s gear lever got stuck yesterday night (Friday night) and today (Saturday) my only hope is a Pinoy diskartista….

Mabuhay Philippines!

Ako ay ang isang Guro ng Wikang Tagalog!

Mayroon akong ipinost kamakailan na biglang nagkaroon ng medyo maraming bisita: “Balarilang Tagalog-Bahagi 1” (balang araw gagawin ko ang bahagi 2…. kapag may bakasyon muli ako).

Ang daming bisita!

Akala ko na walang makakainteres sa post na iyon dahil ang mga Pilipino na kilala ko ay ayaw nilang pag-usapan ang ganitong uri ng paksa. Mas mahilig sila sa barok na pagsasalita.

Ang balarila daw ay para sa mga guro, ang mga OFW ay kailangang magtrabaho at magpadala ng pera sa Pilipinas at wala silang panahon para sa ganitong uri ng bagay.

Pero, bilang asawa ng isang Pilipina mahilig ako sa tumpak na pag-aaral ng wika at kultura ng Pilipinas.

Mukhang nagiging medyo kilala ang post ko sa Pilipinas at nakita ko rin na lumilitaw iyon sa Google kasama ng mga artikulo ng mga propesor Emeritus. Nagiging ako propesor walang kwentus….

Ipinakita ko ang mga resulta ng post ko sa asawa ko: sinabi niya “so what?”

“So what?” daw…

Ano ang ibig sabihin ng “so what?”.

Ako ay kilalang-kilala bilang dalubhasa sa Wikang Pambansa, isang Gurong Emeritus…. kahit medyo “walang kwentus.

Karapat-dapat ako na may mag-imbita sa akin sa Pilipinas para mag-lecture.

Uupo ako sa ibabaw ng isang buko at magbibigay ako ng lecture. Pwede rin magturo ako habang nakabitin ako sa puno ng buko…. kahit anong option ay ok sa akin.

Akalayin ninyo, naging ako ang isang authority sa larangan ng Wikang Pambansa, ang isang taong walang kwentus na naging propesor Emeritus….

What else?

Sungyot: ang Pinakamagandang Island sa Buong Pilipinas!

Bilang asawa ng isang Pilipina natutuhan ko na para maging matagumpay ang pag-aasawa kailangan ang pakikipag-kompromiso.

Ibig sabihin, halimbawa, na kung ang asawa ko ay may ang isang ideya ng bakasyon at ako ay may ibang ideya, hindi ko pwede siyang pilitin na gawin ang gusto ko.

Ang aking ideya ng pag-uwi sa Pilipinas ay mag-dagat, samantala ang ideya ng misis ko ay mag-pahinga sa bahay at makita ang pamilya.

Ito ang dahilan kung bakit nagkaroon ako ng malaking pribilehyo na makita ang pulo ng Sungyot, ang isang pambihirang lugar na nasa harap ng seacost ng La Union.

Ano ba ang espesyal tungkol sa Sungyot?
Virgin island iyon! Virgin island…

Mayroon akong mga kaibigan sa La Union na nagsabi sa akin: “ano ang gagawin mo sa Bulacan? Mamasyal ka sa amin: may dagat sa harap ng bahay namin at may virgin island pa!”

Syempre medyo exciting ang ideya na pumunta sa kanila at makita ang virgin island dahil sa San Ildefonso, San Rafael, Baliuag, Pulilan, Plaridel etc walang virgin island at, honestly, medyo nagsawa ako doon.

Kaya, humingi ako ng pahintulot sa asawa ko na lumayo ako sa loob ng isang linggo (kapag may asawa ang number one rule ay lagi makipag-kompromiso at lagi maghanap ng win-win situation).

Sumakay ako ng bus mula sa Cubao patungong La Union at pagdating ko doon sinabi nila sa akin: “mabuti at nakapasyal ka sa amin, mamayang gabi maliligo tayo sa dagat at bukas pupunta tayo sa virgin island”.

Wow, sobrang excited ako dahil unang experience ko sa tropics iyon!

Pagdating ng gabi sabi nila: “maligo tayo sa pantalan”

Sabik na sabik ako na makita ang “pantalan”: dahil medyo bagong kasal ako at hindi pa masyadong marunong mag-Tagalog, hindi ko alam ang kahulugan ng salitang “pantalan”, akala ko pangalan ng isang white-sandy beach iyon, akala ko na ang pinupuntahan namin ay “Pantalan Beach”, ang isang uri ng “Boracay beach”.

Bweno, pagdating ko sa pantalan natutuhan ko ang kahulugan ng salitang “pantalan”….at least idinagdag ko ang isang bagong salita sa aking bokabularyo….Naligo ako sa “pantalan”

Sinabi nila sa akin: “huwag kang mag-alala, bukas dadalhin ka namin sa virgin island”

Okay, naging kontento ako na maligo sa pantalan for the time being habang hinihintay ko ang trip sa “virgin island”, ang island na tinatawag na Sungyot

Sa wakas dumating ang araw ng trip sa “virgin island” at….heto….Sa Sungyot…

Inisip ko: “baka ang virgin part ay nasa bandang likod”

Kaya inikot ko ang buong island taglay ang kasabikan ng isang explorer at, pagdating ko sa bandang likod, nakita ko na ang bandang likod ay, more or less, gaya ng bandang harap.

Pero mayroon ang isang antas ng katotohanan sa sinabi nila sa akin. Virgin island talaga iyon: mayroon iba’t ibang nakatambay sa beach na umiinom ng virgin…..

Maligayang pagdating sa Sungyot: ang pinakamagandang island sa buong Pilipinas!

Kailangan mo ba ng S.E.O. para maging n.1 sa search engine ang post mo?

Tatlong araw ang nakalipas naghanap ako ng impormasyon sa Google tungkol sa paksang “isang kahig isang tuka”, dahil dito sa blog na ito isinulat ko noon ang isang post tungkol dito, at gusto kong gawin ang isa pang post na mas mahaba ng kaunti tungkol sa mismong paksa para sa bagong blog ko http://www.filipitaly.com.

Dahil ang aking post tungkol sa “isang kahig isang tuka” na nasa blog na ito ay maikli lang, kailangan kong hanapin ang karagdagang impormasyon.

Kaya nag-Google ako at inilagay ko ang mga pananalitang “isang kahig isang tuka” sa search box.

Akalayin ninyo: ang unang post na lumitaw ay ang post ko!

Paano nangyari iyon?

Wala ako kahit anong alam tungkol sa SEO, HTML o kahit ano.

Hindi ko rin alam kung paano galawin ang mga settings ng site: sumusulat lang ako kung ano ang bumabangon sa isip.

Pero n.1 sa Google ang post ko (at hindi lang iyon, mayroon iba pang mga post ko sa unang mga posisyon).

Syempre naman n.1 sa search engine ay hindi nangangahulugang “sikat”: kung halimbawa isusulat ko ang isang post tungkol sa buhay ng lolo ko at pagkatapos i-reresearch ko iyon sa Google, tiyak na magiging n.1 iyon, dahil iyon lang ang mayroon sa buong internet….

Ako ay ang n.1 guwapong Italyano sa bahay ko….dahil ako lang ang Italyano sa bahay ko…

Pero tungkol sa paksang “isang kahig isang tuka”, at tungkol sa ibang mga paksa kung saan medyo mataas ang ranking ng mga post ko, mayroon naman sa web ang ibang mga post tungkol sa mga paksang iyon.

Paano kaya nangyari iyon?

Kung minsan may mga bagay na basta nangyayari

Halimbawa kamakailan naghapunan ako sa bahay ng isang kaibigan at napansin ko na bilog ang tiyan ng kanyang asawa.

Noong huli ko siyang nakita flat ang tiyan niya.

Tinanong ko: “ano ang nangyari? Bakit bilog ang tiyan ni misis?”

Sinabi niya: “buntis siya”

Tinanong ko: “paano nangyari iyon?”

Oo nga, paano nangyari iyon?????

May mga bagay na basta lang nangyayari at hindi mo alam kung papaano nangyayari….

Kaya kailangan ba ng mga SEO SEO at ang ibang kumplikadong mga bagay para lumitaw sa search engine ang isang post?

Baka oo, baka hindi.

Sa palagay ko buksan mo na lang ang isang lata ng Red Horse at isulat mo kung ano ang bumabangon sa isip at hayaan mangyari kung ano ang dapat mangyari….

Should I Move to a Country Where Health Care is Free?

A public hospital in Rome

Food served in an Italian public hospital (to my mother who is diabetic): refined pasta, potatoes, white bread (food a diabetic must stay away from)

A public hospital in Rome

My wife comes from a country where adequate medical care is largely private.

In the Philippines UHC (Universal Health Care) does exist but, according to the report of two senators who recently visited public health care facilities, it badly needs more financial support:

“During our visits to hospitals in different provinces, my own eyes have seen the deplorable state of our countrymen – in hot and cramped wards, enduring the lack of government support. It is sad that our fellow citizens who, rather than be healed, are worried about being infected with the illness of another patient” said one senator.

Another senator said: “The majority of Filipinos only consult a doctor when their illnesses are already at their worst because of the lack of government support to the health department…”

It seems like much is going to change in the Philippines because President Duterte has recently signed a Universal Health Care (UHC) Bill into law (Republic Act No. 11223) that automatically enrolls all Filipino citizens in the National Health Insurance Program and prescribes complementary reforms in the health system.

But I guess it will take a while before the standards of UHC in the Philippines catch up with those we have here in Western Europe and, as a result, Italians who live as expats in the Philippines come back here whenever they need medical treatment so do Filipinos who used to work in Italy and are now retired and have moved to the Philippines for good.

The free as well as high quality medical care we still have here in Italy (I don’t know how long it will last, as the government keeps cutting back on it) is one of the reasons why many Filipinos who work in Italy are holding back from moving back home for good.

So, should Filipinos or other people from developing countries move to countries where UHC is better?

PEOPLE WHO LIVE IN COUNTRIES THAT HAVE GOOD UHC ARE GENERALLY NO MUCH HEALTIER THAN THOSE WHO LIVE IN SOME DEVELOPING COUNTRIES

Here in Italy health care is free but Filipinos who live here are generally no healthier than Filipinos (or other ethnic groups) who come from countries where medical care is largely private and Italian themselves fail to take advantage of the fact that they live in a country where healthy food is affordable and health care is free and of good quality.

Those who live here (local citizens as well as immigrants) have exactly the same habits as people who live in countries where UHC is lacking or of poor quality.

People here rarely use their money to shop for healthy food and many merrily ignore their doctors’ advices and this applies both to immigrants and locals.

Filipinos who live here eat more or less the same food they eat in the Philippines (plenty of white rice, pork meat, sausages, plenty of tsisteria, which is a Tagalog term for junk food) and consume the same amount of alcohol.

They often eat out at Mc Donald’s, Burger King, KFC and other fast-food chains and consume huge amounts of soft drinks.

Italians eat plenty of refined carbs and most exercise very little. There are Italians who basically go entire weeks eating almost only refined carbs: they have cappuccino and croissant for breakfast, a slice of take away pizza for lunch and pasta when they get back home.

MOST PEOPLE WHO LIVE IN RICH COUNTRIES HAVE POOR HABITS THAT LEAD TO DISEASE

And this doesn’t just apply to Italy: actually, what I have noticed is that, he richer the country (and the better the public health care it provides) the more the tendency of people to neglect their health.

I have been to Finland a few times and, while there I observed that my Finnish friends were eating makkara or hot dogs day in and day out, plenty of potatoes, almost no vegetables. Also they seemed to be quite fond of drinking vodka.

The most industrialized countries in Western Europe, those that have some of the most advanced UHC systems in the world, are not exactly known for promoting a healthy life-style.

Italy is known as a country of heavy consumers of pasta and pizza, Britain, Germany and other Northern European countries are known for their beer culture, Switzerland is known for its brands of chocholate etc.

DOCTORS THEMSELVES FAIL TO SET A GOOD EXAMPLE AND OFTEN MERELY DOLE OUT PILLS

Many Europeans eat lousy, drink way too much, smoke, exercise very little and often doctors themselves have similar habits.

My family doctor is overweight and I know doctors who drink whiskey, grappa, limoncello and other kinds of liquers and, yes, many smoke.

PROS AND CONS OF MOVING TO A COUNTRY WITH BETTER UHC

It is true that here in Western Europe we don’t have such diseases as typhoid fever, dengue etc that are very common in the Philippines or in other developing countries and we are better equipped to deal with critical medical conditions.

The problem is that a country that has a better economy and better UHC only gives you the tools and potential to enjoy better health but most people who live in this kinds of countries fail to take advantage of this opportunity.

People here have more money but they buy cigarettes, candies, alcohol and so on.

Doctors often fail to set a good example when it comes to life style and they simply dole out prescription drugs.

Hospital fix your emergencies but don’t put you on a path that leads to thriving health and vitality.

An interesting example is the food they serve in the average Italian hospital which is everything but healthy: my mother who is diabetic spent a couple of months in two public hospitals and she was being given pasta, white bread and other refined carbs every single day and, on top of that, she used to go to the cafeteria of the hospital every day to buy croissants, candies, biscuits and so on (and the same cafeteria was full of doctors who were doing exactly the same thing).

So, if you live in a developing country that lacks a decent UHC, should you move to a country where UHC is totally free and of high quality?

You could but it will hardly do you any good if you don’t change your life style because the UHC system is not going to do it for you and, because some Western countries like mine are running out of money for social welfare, there is not even the guarantee that UHC will last….

The Downside of Excessive “Pakikisama”

One of the aspects that I keep mentioning about my Filipino wife’s culture is the fact that Filipinos can’t be comfortable being alone.

Pakikisama or “togetherness” is one of the top traits of Filipinos.

Filipinos like to fit in and being part of a barkada, part of the kin-group and having smooth and strong interpersonal relationships is at the center of the Filipino model of the world.

I have already mentioned quite a few times that, by marrying a Filipina, you will most certainly have a very rich social life. Never does a week go by without my family and I being invited somewhere and, most of the times, this also happens during week-days.

As husband of a Filipina I certainly can’t complain about not having enough association. On the other hand, I need to regularly run away from it a little bit.

I think that while pakikisama has its virtues as it fosters a spirit of bayanihan which is such that, whenever you need practical help, you can bank on the whole samahan ng mga Pilipino (association of Filipinos).

But an excess of pakikisama has its downside because the reality is that the great artists, the great geniuses, the great entrepreneurs they all have one thing in common: they spend regular time in solitude. There is no way that creativity, insight, productivity can be found in a noisy environment where everyone is talking, singing karaoke, dancing or checking their electronic devices. And most of all, in a noisy environment, it is difficult to have energy and peace.

Excessive pakikisama also gets in the way of quality communication. Too much chit-chatting and tsismissing at large gatherings and too much chatting through electronic devices tend to keep communication at a shallow level.

Pascal said: “most of man’s misery is derived by his inability to sit quiet in a room by himself”.

I think that the tough socio-economic conditions of the Philippines are partly the result of an environment that encourages a lot of association and little time for productive loneliness where people can find the inner fuel for peace, growth, productivity, insight and genius.

Ang Aking Unang (Pambihirang) Bakasyon sa Pilipinas!

Sa araw ng aking pagdating sa Pilipinas

Matagal na gusto kong isulat ang post na ito pero ngayon lang ginagawa kong ito.

Actually ang gusto kong sabihin sa post na ito ay karapat-dapat sana nang isulat sa isang aklat, hindi basta sa isang blog post, dahil talagang pambihira ito.

Pero susubukan kong sabihin ito sa isang post.

Ang aking unang bakasyon sa Pilipinas, na ginanap noong 2008 (ang aking kasal ay ginanap noong 2004) ay naging ganito:

Sa araw ng flight lumabas kami ng bahay (kung saan puro Filipino ang nakatira…maliban sa akin) patungo sa airport ng Roma.

Pero, bago pumunta sa airport, dumaan kami sa bahay ng isang Pilipino dahil may despedida party (kung saan puro Pilipino ang mayroon).

Pagkatapos ng party ang isang Pilipino ang naghatid sa amin sa airport.

Pagdating sa airport ng Roma nakita ko na sa loob ng airport mayroon napakaraming Pilipino.

Dumating ang oras ng aming flight at doon sa gate halos lahat ng pumipila ay Pilipino!

Sumakay kami ng eroplano (Saudi Airlines) at Pilipina ang mga flight attendant!

Umupo kami at halos puro Pilipino ang mga pasahero!

Nag-stopover kami sa Jeddah at sa airport ng Jeddah halos puro Pilipino ang nandoon!

Muling sumakay kami ng eroplano patungong Rhyad at Pilipino na naman ang nandoon!

Sumakay kami ng ibang eroplano patungong Maynila at…. akalayin ninyo! Pilipina ang mga flight attendant at halos puro Pilipino ang mga pasahero!

Dumating kami sa airport ng Maynila: ang daming Pilipino!

Sa parking lot ng airport: ang daming Pilipino!

Dumating kami sa bayan ni misis sa Bulacan: ang daming Pilipino!

Gumugol ako ng isang buwan sa Pilipinas at halos wala akong nakita kundi Pilipino.

Sa huling araw ng aking bakasyon (nauna ako sa asawa ko dahil may trabaho ako…nanatili siya sa Pilipinas isa pang buwan) dinala ako sa airport ng isang Pilipino (tito ng asawa ko…) at, syempre naman, doon sa airport ng Maynila marami ang mga Pilipino!

Sumakay ako ng eroplano patungong Rhyad at Pilipina ang mga flight attendant at puro Pilipino ang mga pasahero.

Sa airport ng Rhyad naman halos puro Pilipino…

Pagdating ko sa Roma sumakay ako ng tren mula sa airport hanggang sa istasyon ng tren (main station ng Roma): maraming Pilipino sa tren at maraming Pilipino sa istasyon!

Mula sa istasyon sumakay ako ng subway patungo sa bahay: maraming Pilipino sa subway!

Pagdating ko sa bahay binati ako ng kapitbahay na… akalayin ninyo… Pilipina siya!

Bago naranasan ko ang unang bakasyon sa Pilipinas sumakay ako ng eroplano medyo maraming beses at nakarating ako sa maraming bansa.

Pero ang “travel abroad” na ito ay naging talagang kakaiba….

Pambihira talaga.

Mabuhay ang Pilipinas!

P.s.
Sa aking ikalawang bakasyon sa Pilipinas Korean Airlines ang sinakyan ko: kaunti lang ang mga Pilipino (mas normal na bakasyon iyan…. at mas na-feel ko na “trip abroad” iyon)