I’m a traveler. I can say that I’ve probably covered 80% of the world for over ten years of backpacking. When it comes to people, one distinct nation comes into mind, The Philippines. I first set foot in the city of Cebu, a small city on the southern side of the archipelagic country. You can say it is quite similar to a suburban town in America, only warmer. The warmth is also true on the people. They wear their hearts on their sleeves. Visit the Philippines and you will see that it is akin to a visit to your hometown. On my first three days in Cebu, I already found a friend. If I were elsewhere, it would’ve taken weeks or may even months before I can call somebody that. The Filipinos are naturally kind, caring and congenial even to strangers. Contrary to some twisted beliefs from most Westerners, the Filipinos are peace loving people. In the afternoons, you can see youngsters gathering outside their houses singing along an old dilapidated guitar, talking over banana cues or simply catching up with friends. This is why I keep coming back, it’s not only the destination but it is the people.