i can't remember a time that i didnt like being Filipino. yes, there were times that i felt embarassed about being one, or disappointed, frustrated, hopeless maybe... but deep down, i know my heritage cannot be denied. that i am brown and i smile a lot. seems to be what i can think of atm. now that i am living in another country, i now know how much my original home means to me. i find myself always going back to my childhood. back to family. back to happy memories.
when the mister and i went to madrid, i knew it would be a city with a good chunk of "pinoyhood" scattered all over it. like the mini Rizal Monument which we had a jolly time looking... the first time it was just a few paces ahead from the metro but we didnt dare venture out so much afraid that we would get lost. but the next day, it was easy-peasy.
in a stroke of pure luck, on our last day, we came by the Museo Naval showcasing the rich naval history of Spain including its conquest of the Philippines and also Gibraltar. the huge painting above is a depiction of the Spanish landing on Philippine shores.
she is lovely isn't she? i felt a connection when i saw her and i am most definitely coveting her hair. i found her at the Museo Antropologia where there was a permanent exhibit about the Philippines. 
and when one night after dinner we finally checked out the Mercado de San Miguel, i found my mother's favorite fruit sitting amidst the mestizas! what a lot of memories this fruit brings :D God never fails to bring me little reminders of home :D too bad i didnt bring this home with me.
purportedly the oldest restaurant in the world, this Spanish resto has pinoy chefs! next time, maybe i will make reservations :D
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