Running is a great way to get a feel of the vibe of a place. With two feet on the ground, a runner gets up close and sometimes personal to the surroundings.
Walking from my parked vehicle towards the Kanin Club along the EDSA Central Avenue in Mandaluyong City, a flurry of colorful movement caught my attention to my right. It originated from one of the tents set up on the grounds of the Greenfield District Central Park.
Sunday morning I was supposed to be with my son Marcel at the Wilfredo Ma. Guerrero Theater at the 2nd floor of the Palma Hall inside the UP Diliman Campus in Quezon City. I was to join my son Marcel watch Dulaang UP’s production of the Filipino folktale Adarna.
I had the pleasure of being invited by my favorite bank to an important event last May 30 at the National Museum. Receiving an email invite from Security Bank’s Cressie Allanigue, I immediately replied, accepting the invite and conveying my thanks. To which, her boss, Olivia Yao, retorted with a suggestion that I brought my son Marcel.
The vision and mission of the National Museum of the Philippines call for it to be premier institution and repository of our heritage. No more is this very evident than in the “Hall of the Masters”.
“Show, not tell.”
“Don’t underestimate the seductive power of a decent vocabulary.”
“We travel, initially to lose ourselves, and we travel next to find ourselves.”
My Holy Week this year, like the ones since I got married 15 years ago, is divided between Sta. Mesa in Manila and San Agustin, Iriga City in the province of Camarines Sur.