Next week, I am off to Clark Air Base. Pretty exotic, huh? (Of course, Raft3r is being sarcastic.)
Mom is from Pampanga. So this trip is a chance to bond with relatives I haven’t seen in ages. I spent most of my childhood summers there.
Prior to Pinatubo, mom and her siblings had a farm.
We had livestock and fruit bearing trees. We swam in a swamp with carabaos. We were paid by the elders to help harvest sugar canes.
Kids were forbidden in the dirty kitchen since snakes were often found there. To say it was Raft3r’s favorite hiding place would be an understatement.
It’s hard to imagine Raft3r as a rural kid but he did enjoy roughing it with his cousins.
Thirty years later, my idea of roughing it is getting stuck in a hotel room with no cable TV.