ka-churros-an sa semana santa

14 04 2006

Ealier this week Nan and I met up for lunch and coffee in Megamall. I stayed with Nan and her wonderful family for a week last November when I went to Dumaguete where I had one of the best times of my life. =) Aileen joined us for lunch but she had to go back to work so it was just me and Nani for most of the day.

I decided to bring Nan to Cafe' Xocolat where we had their churros with the heavenly chocolate dip. As it was Holy Week, most of our conversation revolved around the Catholic rituals our families practice during this time.

Some of my favorite childhood memories are the family get-togethers during semana santa. Every year we would pick one house (it was usually our house, in Tanay) where all the families stay from maundy thursday 'til black saturday. To cap the semana, we would often go swimming on black saturday.

When Lola Babeng (my maternal grandmother) was still alive and sharp, none of us kids were allowed to play and be rowdy before black saturday. On good friday, we had to take baths before 3pm because after that time (time at which Christ died), no one was allowed to talk loudly, everybody had to be quiet as it was, according to my Lola, a time to mourn. No playing was allowed because we might get hurt and Lola said wounds acquired during semana santa heal longer. We also go to church in the afternoons and at night after dinner, wearing pambahay clothes and tsinelas, us kids together with our parents would walk to the church in the plaza to do the stations of the cross. The crazy kids that we were, we would often pack bottles of holy water in empty lotion/shampoo bottles to use as weapons against manananggals we imagined were lurking in the coconut trees lining the way to the church. After doing the stations of the cross, if we had enough change, we would buy a couple of bowls of tokwa't baboy and goto and share them.

Wonderful, wonderful times.

But now, well you know the story. Good times like this become hard to get by once all the kids grow up and start lives of their own. Now we just use this time to stay at home and vegetate, especially since we have the gilmore girls and 7th heaven marathons to keep us entertained. And manananggals have become tired of chilling on coconut trees.

Maybe things will start looking up again once me and my cousins all have kids of our own. Maybe I should start by regaling my nieces and nephews with aswang stories.




2 responses

17 04 2006
kuya mannix

insan you’re such a gifted writer! i think it’s a recessive trait in the family. hehehe. i like the pics in san pablo and btw, where the hell is that in sn pblo? worked there for a year but never heard of that place. . .
wish can come with a similar blog and share my “frustrations” here in the Pacific Islands. Some pics of mine might give yours a competition. just wondering on my literary capability though.

31 12 2006


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