Holy Week; Friday

The Philippines is the only nation in Asia where Catholicism is the dominant religion of the people. Because of that, Holy Week is a big holiday fest. Nearly all the stores were closed today and there were a couple of parades going on around town.

All week there have been groups of people walking long distances carrying huge crosses and other such painful things that we think of when we think back to when Jesus was crucified for us. For the most part I have stayed home for the last couple of days, I don't even go down to Grandma's house... except for a few check-ups on Grandpa.

Tuesday morning I went to Forestry with Angelica to buy tomato sauce and bell peppers. On our way home, about to cross the street, a group of men carrying this huge, black cross walked past us. They stopped in front of the stairs that goes up to the house and I freaked out because tradition around here is that if the man holding the cross stops walking he is beaten by the other men that he is with. I was really not up to see that traumatizing event. Thank goodness they had just decided to stop so they could switch backpacks, after they kept walking along.

Today is Good Friday and I shortly left the house to buy some snacks and dog food, thank goodness those stores were open. My uncle had come up here to check out the kids and to talk with Mom. They talked for a while. The kids helped me feed the dogs and chickens and watched while I played the only song I know on to play on the guitar, The Way I Loved You by Taylor Swift.

The dogs began barking and I saw that our family friend with her grand daughter were visiting. My uncle was not about to sit and listen to girl talk so he left when they arrived. It began to get dark, the kids took their baths and the pets were all fed. Something, I just don't remember, led to us talking about the jack fruit tree in the backyard. Us, being the women who have super hero strength, just had to climb it to get some.

Jellie was first to go up while Mom and her grandma held the ladder. I was just useless and ran inside to grab the camera. Something just sparks in my creative noggin when memorable moments are about to happen.

Then I just HAD to go up, mostly because I wanted a picture too.