I have spent my elementary years in a rustic town up in the highlands of a mountainous province in the Philippines. Distance wise, it really wasn’t that far but because of the road conditions back then, the nearest city was about 6 hours away and it would take 8 hours to get to my hometown.
Grandpa was a former city boy who loved and embraced rural living when he got older. He would take us down on a long ride back to our hometown to visit relatives about once every month. When we arrive in the city during those days, my eyes would always turn green with envy when i see people in brand new cars with rolled up windows and air conditioning. I would always envision myself arriving one day into my hometown in an air conditioned automobile away from the heat and dust.
It is astonishing to me then when i see people approach my grandpa and rave to him about our awesome ride; how easy and quick is it for us to get to our hometown from where we came from. I would hear them say they would trade anything that they own just to have a jeep like my grandpa’s. Are they for real? They have brand new cars and ours was a pre-owned piece of metal.