I’m in love with a city, it’s name is Dumaguete.
 
Some may see this as an ordinary Asian town, but I look at this place in wonderment. As a poetic cityscape.
 
 
 
 
The city is situated along the ocean and surrounded by mountains. The people are friendly and kind. We Americans get noticed easily because we stand out with our height and fair skin-I even more with my blonde hair cut short and stylish (thank you brooke).

At night the Boulevard, a street that runs along the ocean, lights up into a starry, twinkling display of movement and light. Trikes populate the streets taking people to and fro with their dim lights glowing and creating streaks in the city streets.

There are many spots to sit, dream and be inspired.

And that’s how I feel in this place, inspired.
I’m filled with wonder as I wander these streets.

By the look and feel.
The sounds, the colors, the textures.
[definitely not the smells]

The ministries and people we’ve met.
The kids we’ve been able to hang out with.

God is opening up my mind and that’s exactly what I wanted on this trip.

Praise Him and what He’s doing.