One bright Saturday morning we went to an area of Manila known as Makati. As our taxi weaved through the huge skyscrapers I smiled, recognizing some of them from the skyline I saw every time I looked out our apartment window.
In the heart of a circle of high rise condos we came across this adorable playground. The grassy fields were covered with people setting up tents for the weekly Salcedo market. There were lots of kids on the playground, and my boys were excited to make some friends.
There was a group of kids making giant bubbles with sticks and strings. For my kids it was pure magic.
Being in a foreign country can be tough, but the there are some things, like the pure joy of kids playing on a playground, that are the same no matter where you go.