vive la France

Back to reality. Thank God for the French Press…

pilgrimage

Went to hear mass at Quiapo last Thurday as my son was devoted to the Black Nazarene. Didn’t know if it really helped (or if it even counted) but I also prayed for the healthy birth of my friend’s unborn child. As a bonus, I got my “imported ” tsinelas blessed in the process – here’s to me not falling over as much.

The place is way different than I remember. A lot cleaner and ordelier I guess. I can’t help but wonder where they hid the “mess” that was originally there. Or could it be the cynic in me refusing to accept the earlier signs of progress.