“Go back to your country.” At least once a day, some random male voice called out a smart aleck comment or slur to either me or my wife. There were times I knew something wicked had been spoken, but since it was said in Cebuano, I didn’t know just what. The controlled look on wifey’s…
impressions of an American in the Philippines My wife and I took an Inter-City van from Toledo to Cebu City. We walked to a waterside terminal. Several vans were parked, with locals sitting inside, waiting for departure. A woman stepped in my path, trying to sell me bottled water and sugar water. I bought two waters…