Misty Mountains and Unexpected Gifts, Part 2
What has roots as nobody sees,
Is taller than trees,
Up, up it goes,
And yet never grows? Allow me to continue the tale of my third visit to the Philippines. (Read Part 1 here.) WEDNESDAY, JUNE 17TH We awoke to the sound of another singing rooster, as faithful as the dawn. Much like the morning before, we packed up camp, had breakfast, said goodbye to our new friends, and were on our merry way by six o’clock. I was hopeful that going down the mountain would prove to be sli