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When my mom and I were in  Milan ,  we saw a Filipino flag across the street from the hotel we were staying at. It appeared to be some type of business or an office. I realized then that everywhere we went, we saw at least one Filipino, even in the less crowded, less touristy areas.  Milan, Italy We took the train from Paris to Mulhouse. It’s not a popular destination. It’s a small town in eastern France, away from the Paris crowd. So we were a little surprised to see a Filipina there, walking a dog in the town square.  Mulhouse, France While we were in Mulhouse we also visited another town called Colmar. This one had more crowd, mostly Europeans, Americans and Chinese. Nevertheless, we managed to see at least a couple of Filipinos, probably a husband and a wife, having their pictures taken by the fountain.  Colmar, France When we were done with France, we headed for Switzerland. We took the train to Basel...

I’ve realized, every time I did something I was afraid of, the outcome was always great. Like when I lost my passport in Stockholm en route to  Barcelona , and when I was about to go to prison in  Milan  ―  I didn’t mean it like it sounds, or like it reads. Let me explain...  When I wrote  Tour Away , I mentioned that the man I was looking for worked at InGalera in Milan, but what I didn’t mention was, InGalera was a restaurant inside the prison. I know it’s unheard of, but it’s true. They try to reform their prisoners by teaching them skills and giving them jobs. In galera, in English, means “in jail.” If you didn’t know it was a prison, you wouldn’t believe it.  The restaurant interior looks nice and elegant. The prisoners are dressed formally and they look professional. But I knew it was in prison, that’s why I was afraid. Although in the end, the result of my trip turned out to be unimaginable, more than I could ever hope for. No wonder Ra...