and touchdown. at 0242. landed in the pilipinas with a blast of heat and humidity and that smell of moisture. my tito picked me up at 4 am after an hour of me waiting for my bags. went to my uncle's house, had a late night conversation with my 92 year old lola about this american dude who hit on her at MIT...in 1942. she smacked him for "being fresh," and said, "of course, back then i was younger. but i was MARRIED! imagine! that american." she is awesome.

now i am mooching off of my cousin's wireless card to do this. more updates and pictures to come later.