Welcome to Manila! (or, Welcome to Becoming a Minority)
Yeah, so in Philly you see pretty much every culture, race, color, religion, walk of life all throughout the city, so no one really gives anyone a second glance. (plus, it's Philly, so people avoid each other like the plague). I don't think any one group feels like they stick out or attract attention.
Here, I keep checking to see if my skin has suddenly turned purple or if I've grown a second head. It's quite a strange feeling to be stared at constantly by everyone. Even Kendra, (who isn't sporting a mokawk-like hairstyle) is the single attention point everywhere we go.
Also very unnerving: Walking outside your front door, coming to a curb, and realizing that you know none of the rules for a basic thing like crossing streets. A little overwhelming.
We made it to a grocery store and got some things for lunch. Safely back (across the street!) and into our apartment, we're getting ready to meet some of the family of Raquel, who attends Kendra's Dad's church in Lancaster.