Wherever we went in the rural areas, and even in some not-so-rural ones, we were accompanied by the crowing of roosters. So much for this naive city-girl’s notion that roosters crow only in the morning. The Filipino roosters crow all day long.
At first it was a novelty. Then, it got a little annoying. And then it began to have a deep symbolic meaning for me.
On my other international journalist trips, I learned that no matter what culture we live in, we want the best for our families and yearn for love, happiness, and security. From the Egan Journalism Fellowship trip I learned that suffering also is universal.
My entire trip to the Philippines was a throwback. The purpose of the Egan fellowship was to report on the relief and reconstruction programs run by Catholic Relief Services in the aftermath of Super Typhoon Haiyan.
And I did that. But, along the way I encountered some things from my past that left a deep impression on me.