We have balikbayans for our guests. My brother-in-law’s uncle and his son came back from the states for their usual biennial Philippine trip.
Tito Bong, the uncle, wants his son, Ian, to have his college here in the Philippines for economic reasons.
Not forgetting his roots, Tito Bong orients Ian who was born and raised in the US to Philippine culture and even speaks with him in Filipino most of the time which I find admirable.
When they arrived, there is a funeral beside a bakery inform of our house.
Ian was wandering what was the set up is for (the tents, chairs, tables and lights) and Tito Bong jokingly told him that it is a party ad they will be getting tickets for them to get in.
The following morning, Tito Bong asked Ian to buy pandesal at the bakery and when he found out that the set up beside the bakery is actually a funeral he commented with great disgust that it is so gross to eat bread baked in a shop beside a funeral.
We just said, welcome to the third world! You have so much to learn about the 411 of living and surviving in Manila.