Last weekend was festive and fun because of the annual celebration of the feast day of St. Michael the Archangel in our barangay here in Manila. We drove to Bacoor on Friday night and got back to Manila on Saturday evening. On Sunday, we had a family lunch and we were joined by our only guest, my PILs’ boss Don Ramon Legarda. This year’s fiesta was a joint celebration for our family as we also celebrated the 5th year in heaven of our little angel Pippo. The rest of the weekend was spent doing household chores, picking up items from the supermarket, and watching Netflix movies. Thank God for weekends talaga!
Spent the Holy Week with my entire family in our Cavite home. We made the most of what we had. We talked, giggled, laughed out loud, went out, ate, played and prayed. We spent our time doing the simple things we love to do. We were so engrossed in our own little world that before we knew it, Holy Week was over and we (my brother D, my sister J and I) already had to go back to the city. It’s one home-bound vacation I will never forget.
Have you done the religious tradition called Visita Iglesia? I have, but I was just with the boyfriend and my sister J. Oooops, his mom joined us, too! But she only stayed until the 3rd church as she still had work at the restaurant. We’re a small group this year, unlike last year where we were a big bunch, with two kids to boot (the boyfriend’s twin cousins).
We started our Sunday morning earlier than usual today. I, along with the boyfriend’s family, joined in the community procession for Palm Sunday. We walked from the plaza all the way to San Miguel Shrine (our church). We passed thru several streets and alleys on our way to the church. Each of us were holding our blessed palaspas (decorative palm fronds). We enjoyed walking while chanting out the Osana song. The community procession was actually a reenactment of a scene in the holy bible where Jesus Christ, the son of God, walked down from the Mount of Olives and were welcomed by the people.
As we passed thru the houses, people looked out their windows and joined us in the singing. It was my first time to passed thru those alleys and I couldn’t help but admire the beautiful houses nestled in there. Most of them had lovely terraces and cool home address signs. They even had plenty of potted plants outside that added aesthetic appeal to their places of residence.