18/03/2026
Mariel announced her stomach was speaking for itself so we stopped at the nearest street stall in Butuan. She held up that plate of noodles like she won a trophy and honestly she kind of did.
Market lights, plastic stools, local food that cost almost nothing. She was absolutely glowing.
Nobody warns you about this part. How a random Tuesday night at a street stall ends up being one of your favorite memories. Butuan does not get enough credit.
Tag someone you would eat street food with at midnight.