Here in the Philippines they don't bake often, so I was questioned and asked if I could bake bread, now I've made bread a few times, each time it tasted delish!

I ask my dad to email me a recipe cause I didn't bring any with me, he email me a Vienna bread recipe, which I have never made before. But, hey, how hard can it be if I've make bread before?

We go to the grocery store and purchase the ingredients for the bread, going to three different places before we found yeast. But now for the next time we make it we'll know where to go! In the base we have to measuring cups or utensils but, Gina, the base director's wife had some, so we went to her house thankfully they were in English units as well as in metric, because they use metric here like most of the rest of the world.

Filipinos love to tell stories, and wild stories. Many of the stories are about Pedro and Juan, bout some random fruit, or how the God created humans. So while we wait for our bread to rise we listen to stories and laugh some more! We played a card game called "Monkey Monkey" which is a no-brainer type game all based on what you draw.

The taste was ok, although next time we'll put less salt and a bit more sugar. We ate it for breakfast with hot chocolate in which we dipped it cause it was very hard on the outside. Reluctantly on my part we gave some to Gina, I felt bad for giving browned bread away. Then Gigi, decides we should share it with the landlord neighbor! Who shares burnt bread? Filipinos, because it's not everyday you get to bake bread!