Desiree and I have spent the better part of two days on airplanes and in airports. Today, we find ourselves in Manila, in the Philippines, upside-down in time and suddenly swimming in heat.
Manila
has survived earthquakes, fires, and one of the most devastating urban battles
of World War II: the 1945 Battle of Manila. The city was nearly flattened.
Now
it rises taller than ever, a blend of old Spanish churches, American-era
buildings, and glass towers coexisting in an architectural conversation that sometimes
argues loudly.
Our
final layover took us to Incheon International Airport in Seoul, South Korea.
Both Desiree and I find that Incheon has a festive aura, just like Fremont
Street in Las Vegas.
I’m
sharing a photograph of Desiree in the concourse at Incheon. Please note: for
the immediate future, my blogs may come at you inconsistently for a variety of
reasons, including the time difference between us and connectivity challenges.
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