My mornings are all about Australia. When I made my way there this March, I wasn't ready to be down under yet. It took me some time to adjust and mentally arrive in this place. I visited the Sydney Harbour, Bondi Beach, Manly and my secret gateway from it all, Woolwich. 25 minutes later, and I stop thinking about Australia. My evening are all about the Philippines. I was culture-shocked within hours after arriving here. Why? Because everyone speaks English! After five weeks of Vietnam, where ...
