Hello everyone. I hope you all had a meaningful Lenten season.
And now we resume our regular routines, hence, I am back online 🙂
I am sharing with you a picture of schoolchildren dressed in a traditional Visayan costume: the kimona (thin, cotton blouse) and patadyong (loose skirt) for the girls; and camisa de chino (a collar-less, long-sleeved cotton shirt thought to have come from China) and a loose, cotton pants for the boys.
This was taken during last year’s Buyloganay Festival in my husband’s hometown in Ivisan, Capiz. Buyloganay Festival is an annual festival celebrated in honor of the town’s patron saint, St. Nicholas of Tolentino.
The word buyloganay is a Hiligaynon word which means unity and cooperation, a quality that characterizes Ivisan and its people. The festival was held with lots of activities in the town center, including a grand parade that showcased street-dancers from different local elementary and high schools in the municipality.
I’m not a morning person but there are times when I am required to get up very early and report to work. These are times when we have some visitors to take to our project areas so we needed to be there ahead of them to make sure that every thing needed for their visit is in place. Some weeks ago, we had another group of visitors and so …
One of the best things about going to work ahead of everybody is I get the opportunity to see the sun rise from the east, as you can see in the picture. Not many people these days get this chance to witness the beautiful sunrise.
I don’t know but I feel so lucky watching the sun rise from behind the mountains. Lucky to be alive, to see another brand new day. That’s just me, being in awe of God’s creation and His magnificence… on my way to work and enjoying the view unfolding before me.
How about you? How do you feel when watching a sunrise, or a sunset?
I’m coming back to Signs, signs meme again as I think I have lots of signs that need posting here. It’s just finding the time to post, that’s all.
Anyways, I was in Iloilo City two months ago for a training. For those who do not know, Iloilo City is one of the highly-urbanized cities in the Philippines, and the capital of Iloilo province. Iloilo City is a two-hours bus-ride away from my hometown, Roxas City, in the province of Capiz. Anyhoo, the training was conducted at a mid-range hotel, and it’s also where we (participants) stayed.
In one of the coffee breaks, I dashed to the loo only to be surprised at the sign waiting for me.
I was puzzled at the sign in the beginning – the “self-service” part, lol. It was only later on when I realized what it meant!
And so it happened!
My dear son is now one year old – time to celebrate this first milestone 🙂
We only had a small celebration at my parents’ house in Banica (Roxas City) and a handful of friends and relatives came by to join. Of course, we didn’t forget to go to church for thanksgiving. My other brother, who’s based in Phnom Penh, was also in town to join us with his wife, much to our delight.
My son had a whale of a time playing with his cousins.
Here are just some of the pictures taken. The quality is not that good as they were taken mostly from an old phone. Some great photos were in my brother’s camera though. I hope he gives me the copies soon.
Thanks to those who remembered and joined in the celebration.
This is probably what my son and his cousins were discussing while taking a break from their football training.
They’re enrolled at the free summer football clinic in Roxas City. The three enjoyed the “play” but after three days, only one remained running — and that’s the little one in the middle. The older ones, her sister (left) and cousin, my son (right), gave up because their legs and feet hurt, so they both say. Lol.
I have to thank my husband for not only taking our son but also the girls to the football clinic. The summer football clinic is held at the Villareal stadium. Thanks to activities like these, many kids are having fun this summer. If this is an initiative of our city government, kudos to your effort. I hope many more fun activities will be offered – for free – for children every year.
The summer heat in the Philippines is just unbearable for this pregnant mama. All I want to do is just take a shower again and again and again. If not only for the sight of our growing pile of laundry, I would have done so already.
Also the heat is making me feel nostalgic about my short volunteer stint in Kenya. So I opened my photo album named My Kenyan Adventure and looked at the photos again. The memories came back in a flash as if they happened only recently. Like this particular photo:
I remember this particular photo as if it happened only yesterday. My volunteer assignment had just concluded and, with still a few weeks left before my flight back home, I opted to spend these days with my fellow VSO Volunteers who were based in Kisumu, nearly 400kms from Mombasa where I was assigned. It is where the popular Lake Victoria is located.
My co-volunteers’ work is mainly with children and mothers. There is a children’s center there where they help run. One of their activities is a feeding program for kids and their mothers and are held regularly. During my stay there, I assisted them in whatever way I could – helping make their food, distributing malunggay seedlings (moringa oleifera, which is high in nutrion and believed to comabt malnutrition), talking with the kids, or even playing with them. In this picture, I was playing snakes and ladders with these two bright kids.
My stay in Kenya was short but full of good memories. I wonder if I can ever go back there again.