As you know I served a mission to the phillipines, that was over 20 years ago now. When I was there, I spoke so fluently that I dreamed in Tagalog, I was told that on the phone I sounded like a philippino. That made me feel good. Well, I haven't used my Tagalog that much in the past 20 years. Most of the Philipinos that I meet speak English as well as Tagalog, as a result, I have since lost the ability to communicate effectively. I can still ask how people are doing.
Last year there was a 90 year old Filipina woman who came in for fever, no family was around and she only spoke tagalog, so I went in to the Room and asked her if she was hurting, where she was hurting, if she took medicine and got enough information to help me figure out how to get her taken care of. When the family arrived, they were all speaking in Tagalog but the family also spoke English, I introduced myself as their mother's physician. they told me what was wrong with their mom/grandma, confirming what I had already figured out. The Old Lady spoke to the family in Tagalog and said, "that white doctor speaks Tagalog" They looked at me, then at their mom/grandma, looked back at me. I smiled. They then said, "our mother has dementia."
I never corrected them. So they thought their mom was just confused.... I thought that was pretty funny.
Last week, there was a Filipino on a shipping boat and there was an accident, his leg was dislocated and barely hanging on. Well, there was a long complicated story about how this happened. But when he arrived, he didn't speak English, no one was around that spoke Tagalog, I looked at his name and it looked like a Filipino name, So I went into the room and, in tagalog, asked him where he was hurting. The look on his face was priceless, here he was, lost in a foreign land, no one speaking his language, no friends here, and scared he was going to lose his leg. I explained what was going on, I explained that we would have to put him to sleep to fix his leg. We chatted about where he was from... anyway, the ortho surgeon and nurses needed me to translate. My tagalog was bad and I couldn't remember all the words of body parts and medical terms. Anyway, I meant to ask him, "can you feel me?" trying to get an idea if he had nerve damage. Instead I asked, "how do you feel?"
He put his hand to his heart and said, "I feel at peace. im so grateful you are here..." I completely asked/said the wrong thing.
After I fixed him up, and got him ready for the operating room, he said, "Im so glad you are here. if you weren't here I think I would die...."
After like an hour of talking to him he finally realized that I shouldn't be able to speak tagalog. This was our conversation:
Him: Is your wife a Filipino?
Me: nope shes white and beautiful.
Him: are your Parents Filipino?
Me: Nope, White like me.
Him: Are you from the Filipines?
Him: how do you speak tagalog?
Me; I was a Mormon missionary.
Him: the guys with the white shirt and name tags?
Me: yup, but that was 20 years ago.
HIm: Ive seen you guys around.
Anyway, I thought both of those were interesting stories.
You guys grow so fast, Im proud of you
Love, your dad
-the bald white guy that used to speak tagalog
We really wanted to show Dora the royal mews. That is the British word for 4 horse carriages, one car, pictures of the queen, and a door that leads to the stables. Actually a couple of these carriages date back to the 1700. The royal carriage was being restored and the dude trying to fix it burned it to the ground. So they had to completely rebuild it.
These horse stalls are nicer than my house. Look at the columns. What was nice about the stables? Well aside from looking like a grand hall, you can see the names of the different horses. I wonder how those have changed. I highly doubt there was a horse named Rocket in the 1700. Probably a lot of Chesterfield of Derbyshire or something.
These next few pictures are the royal carriage. Pretty cool huh?
Here we are having "Tea with the Queen". We waited outside palace for the queen to start the commonwealth games. If you look closely the lady in pink, or the pink dot, is the queen.
After waiting for 2 hours to see the queen, we got on an open top bus and took a tour through the city. It was a hop on hop off type bus. Eli loved it. We saw all the highlights and heard about some of the architects that designed London. Really fun tour.
Here is St Paul's Cathedral.
We went to the Tower of London.
Here we outside the Crown Jewels. We could not take pictures inside. But trust me, they are there.
The Tower is one of the older buildings before it was built most castles and fortifications were wood. When William the Conquerer built it out of stone in 1068, it changes the way people looked at fortifications and started the castle building of the medieval ages
So we actually stayed in this castle. It was built in 1806. It was one of the gaurd houses for the local estate and was converted into a hotel bed and breakfast. Kinda cool. The kids loved it. That is our car, a Citroen Cactus. It was a nice car.
On way to London we drove past the Farleigh Castleand manor. It wasn't open. It seems tragic to me that a castle goes into disrepair.
This castle however did not go into disrepair. We went to Windsor Castle. Really cool.
It was raining. It was a bit of walking. I love this picture. Perfectly captures him. Thinking. Sad. Pensive.
Here we are on the first Underground trip. Tired. Hungry. Wet. Notice the new gloves.