I woke up kind of disoriented. It took me some time for me to realize that I was in Leyte, not Cebu, or Manila. Dad was already awake. He had collected Tuba from our hosts. After a light breakfast, we went on our way. We went tourist-y first, and went to the McArthur Landing, which was been turned into a beautiful, manicured park overlooking an ( Read more... )