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I was inching my way to row 14 when, all of a sudden, a wayward conversation drew my attention.
He’s European. She’s Filipino.
“So… where do you want to go next?” he asked. 919 more words
I was so lucky in July, my brother Andrew came to visit me in the Philippines and get a small glimpse of what I do. He finished his last university exam for the semester on the Wednesday and I picked him on the Friday, he spent 3 weeks with me, 1 week in Manilla and was by my side when I made the permanent move down to Tacloban, where he spent his the following 2 weeks doing whatever needed doing. 596 more words