Travelblog: Manila, Philippines.

Growing up in San Diego, where much of my multiculturalism is shaped from, had a great deal of Filipino influence on me while growing up. One of my caretakers, Nana (I called her) was Filipino as she was the grandma (maybe the mother?) of two of my mom's coworkers (a sister pair named Evelyn and Devlyn). I would say they were some of my mom's favorites because I got to know that family deeply. I went to celebrations for their kids, watched Van Damne flicks, learned how to play Street Fighter 2 and Mortal Kombat 2, had tons of lumpia and pancit (which is important later), and my mom is even a Godmother for one of the kids. 

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