So where was I. Semana Santa + Bataan Day = long weekend. R n’ R. Breathing space. Time off. Vey-key-shuhn! I’ve been visiting some dear folks down in Bikolandia. 500 miles south of Manila. Been driving through the countryside, farmlands and middle of nowhere. Been off the beaten path, back of beyond and boondocks. A respite from the maddening city life.
On the downside, the roads are unbelievable e.g. San Francisco, Parada in the town of Buhi. Makes me wonder if there exists a government in places like these.
Holy Wednesday we joined the devotees on a long procession through the fields of San Ramon, an outskirt of Iriga City. A fine moonlit night for promenading, with candles struggling against the cool summer winds.
The marchers however, were grumbling about the unusually long route they have to bear. And so on Good Friday’s procession, the church leaders were forced to cut the trip short of half the original course. So much for the spirit is willing.. and so on and so forth.
In Sagrada, a sleepy valley next to San Ramon, we spent the rest of the days listening to our breaths. And watching little souls speak: THERE IS TIME ENOUGH.
Being alive is a special occasion.
And on Black Saturday, we hit the black sandy beaches of Lagonoy Gulf for a grand finale. To the healing power of the ocean!! You know what the power of the ocean can do to people? I found a bunch of young men doing a different kind of exercise: jumping for joy 🙂 More on that later.
Today I’m back at the office with the words No Vacation Goes Unpunished flashing subliminally. Whatever that means. But you see, I cannot be reduced to an ant-like existence. There should always be a generous amount of leisure in one’s lifetime.