Palawan, Pamilya, Pinoy

During a recent trip back home, I learned that I may not be as fluent in my first language as I thought I was.


By China Ang


I have always prided myself being bilingual, but my recent trip back to Palawan, I realized how disconnected I had become to not just my first language but my culture as well. It has been six years since I last went home and it was eight more years before that.

I think language is the easiest way to connect with people. I believe that it is only polite to at least try to learn some key words or phrases when visiting a new country. Or in my case, the country I was born in.

Thankfully for people who are visiting the Philippines, most Filipinos learn English in school. This makes communication between tourists and Filipinos easier but it never hurts to learn a few Tagalog words here and there.

For example, in the months before I left for the Philippines, I practiced my Tagalog every Friday and Saturday with my mom. Those are her days off and we tend to spend those days together. We called them our “Tagalog Days.”

We spoke strictly Tagalog, only stopping when I had to ask a question about certain words or phrases that I knew I got wrong. All this to practice for the main event. A two-week trip to my home.