There are also students from every corner doing their practices – some stayed on the wet grasses around the statue of Lapu-Lapu while some paid 15 pesos to have a more private group activity inside the Japanese Garden.
There are also foreigners going from markers to markers having their pictures taken. Mostly Japanese.
And then I thought. This boring and oh so familiar place is still alive. I stand corrected. It’s not dead and it’s not being inhabited by zombies. But there are a lot of ALIENS though(Foreigners- hehehe).
It felt good being there.
I felt ‘foreign’ at first, but I’m not ashamed nor afraid anymore.
I am definitely glad that I was there at Rizal Park.. alone, on an ordinary, rainy, Wednesday, boring afternoon.