Remember the coconuts from the backyard in Abu Sayyaf country? Well, we finally got around to rolling them into candy today. The sweet coconut mixture first had to be shaped into a ball, then rolled in powdered milk, and finally wrapped in coloured cellophane. PI lurked behind in the shadows behind the growing pile like a little troll protecting her loot. (and claiming an occasional 'protector's fee', naturally)Rolling the candies took much of the morning. Afterwards, Cz and I put on a DVD. We didn't get to watch too much of it though, as PI's nanny was need to help somewhere else in the house, and we were put in charge of entertaining the munchkin. And so, I now present to you, The Toddler Workout!
1. The Baby Bench Press - Lie on one's back with toddler prone on top of you. lift, hold aloft, and lower toddler until giggling ceases. This could be an infinite number of reps.
2. The Toddler Tummy Toner - Lie on one's back as for the Baby Bench Press, but with legs up. Have toddler place feet just above ones knees, and hold her under the arms so that she is mostly upside down. Lower legs to floor and sit up in one motion to turn toddler right side up. Reverse (lower body, raise legs) to flip her upside-down again. As with the Baby Bench Press repeat until giggling stops. Again, could be an infinite number of reps.
Dude, my abs are SORE.
Independent travelers' warning: Do not do any of the above exercises withing earshot/sight of grandbaby wanting in-laws.
I am a klutz. Today I managed to break the doorknob of the bathroom resulting in me trapped inside. PI found this infinitely amusing. It took three of the house staff, a large knife, and removing the doorknob to rescue me. I will be treating all doors with tenderness and respect for the foreseeable future.
Because the family is so busy, they don't have time to go to the hairdresser, so she comes to the house. Today was haircut day, and even I got a little trim. Not enough to be noticeable, just nipped the split ends. When we get to Seattle or NYC, I will go to my regular salon for a proper cut. Nearly 7 months on the road, and my style could best be described as 'shaggy'.
For someone who hates shopping, Cz does an awful lot of it. Today we went on a quest for the perfect barong, the traditional formal shirt of the Philippines. We went to the tailor in the evening, and decided to have dinner at the shopping center near the tailor shop. The Philippines is the only country in the world where McDonalds isn't the number one fast food restaurant. Jollibee holds that crown. The menu has mix of McD standards like burgers and fries, and filipino treats (though mercifully NOT balut eggs - you can buy those from the street vendor outside). 
After our 'healthy' dinner at Jollibee, we headed back to Auntie T's house to collect our packs for the bus ride to Davao. Auntie T and F joined us for the ride to the bus station. We decided to conclude our health food kick with a round of halo-halo. Since the last halo-halo picture was taken after the dish had been properly smooshed around (smooshing is essential to mash the goodies on top into the ice on the bottom), we now present to you halo-halo in all its glory. If the crowds in the shopping center weren't notice enough of the season, we passed lighted displays on every street from the halo-halo restaurant. Christmas is upon us, sunshine, palm tree, and all. 
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