When I found out that my Lola Nene was getting worst with her renal failure, I knew I had to do something. I knew I had to visit her before things got worst and she was bedridden. Throughout my whole life, my Lola has made trips back and forth from the Philippines to America to be there for my major milestones in life — birthdays, graduations and even my wedding two years ago in October. With her loss of independence and strength, I felt strongly that I owed it to her to see her. She loves all of her children and grandchildren so much, that I knew a visit… even a quick one would have meant everything to her.
So in May of this year, Ron and I embarked on our first trip ever to the Philippines without the comforts of our parents. We knew we’d be taken care of, but we also knew that our parents would be worried since the Philippines is after all, a 3rd world country. Our trip was short because Ron only had a week off. I thought alot about whether or not it’d be worth it since finances were tough after all. Looking back on it however, I can say whole heartedly, that it was…
And just as a Tagalog lesson to all, Lolo= grandfather, Lola=grandmother, and Tito=Uncle
It had been 10+ years since Ron returned to the streets of Naic, so I joked with him that he’d have a homecoming parade… little did I know, I was right! And on his very street too (Zamora Street)
Now i have no why idea why these guys are dressed this way.. but hey, Ron’s parade eh!?
The first 2 days went by so fast because our stay in Naic would be short. So Ron’s uncles didn’t waste any time showing us around and taking us out to various places..
It’s funny how so many old places can evoke so many memories. The first thing Ron said when climbed the stairs of his dad’s house was, my lola use to comb her hair in front of this mirror..
Ron climbing up the stairs where his dad use to sleep
The wonderful MALL OF ASIA
Where Ron got lucky with some Jordan Toros!
Ron’s relatives in Naic, Cavite
And his niece that we met literally 5 minutes before we left.
Before heading out to Orion, Bataan, we stopped by my Lola Inggaay’s house who also happens to live in Naic. Here are my mischievous cousins playing with the powder.
These kids are great! My mom packed them a balikbayan box full of American goodies like cookies, candies, clothes, and school supplies! It’s always fun to watch them open up the box and get excited over the simple pleasures such as a lanyard for their toys, the candy “that’s kinda like bubble gum–but not,” or a hand fan to keep themselves cool. Because of them, I will always stay humbled and grounded.
And me with my Lola Inggaay (my mom’s mom)