During the weekend, I visited my hometown, the place where I was born 50 years ago… Manaoag, Pangasinan. The church of Manaoag has changed over the years and the garden at the back of the church where I use to play has been turned into a huge parking lot. I believe the Manaoag church is now a “minor basilica”… And sorry, I don’t know what that means.
The sidewalks along the church where I can walk undisturbed when I was young is now a hall of vendors selling “religious” items and delicacies. Hundreds of people visit the town because of the church resulting to humongous traffic on weekends. The town has turned into an outdoor mall full of beggars, vendors, and barkers hoping to get a few hundred pesos as parking commissions!
I miss the days when our town is all by ourselves… And don’t mind the photo of myself which my son took this weekend during our trip up north of the country. It is also a relic figure as old as the church itself… A Jurassic fellow reminiscing the past!