Today was so funny. The two Pinoys went to a forum/lecture on the peace efforts in Colombia. Speaking was a the top official in charge of reintegrating former combatants in that country's protracted insurgency and armed conflicts.
It was to be expected that Colombians would be there. But just like clockwork, the moment we were standing on the door to the auditorium this lady from the Colombian embassy steps out, looks at us, and blurts: "buenos dias!" then mumbles some more Spanish sentences. Responding with a buenos dias was easy enough. The Colombians (including the ambassador) inside seemed eager to make conversation only to check whether we were from their neighborhood...only to be a little disappointed that we only shared a former colonial master. :-D
But, one of them had been to the Philippines, and he enjoyed finding snippets of Hispanic culture in the Philippines. Interestingly enough, his uncommon surname is also the surname of one of my friends. And i kidded him that i will say hi for him to his long lost Filipino "primo."
And so, that was over, we went down the hill to a Lebanese take out. And guess what? He thought we were Indonesian! Ha ha! It never is a first thought that we are Filipino. He was gonna go on about his Sudanese friend Mohammad....but probably realized that Filipinos were Christian...so he stopped. Ha ha!
Oh well, very amusing experiences that made me feel warm in an otherwise very cold day--in many different respects.
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