Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Tantrum-pitching Toddlers Alert
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Up There with Clowns and the Creature from the Black Lagoon
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
The Hundredth Post
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Touring Our Backyard
We had fun trying to find the figures that were supposed to be there. The turtle, frog, and snake were pretty easy to spot, but I think at one point we identified the same figure as a person and a lizard. Before the site became protected by the government and some other international agencies, vandals had been able to leave their mark. There's the innate instinct to do something for posterity's sake, let future generations know that "Lino was here". There was one wiseacre who thought he would add another creature to the menagerie and etched the word "DOG". He probably went home and told his friends to see if they could spot a dog.
Anyway, the petroglyphs weren't the only attraction. You know the shy grass that we just trample without a second thought? It held the utmost fascination for our friend. Nerd that I am, I had to give its latin name and offer tidbits of herbal information. She also saw huge (normal-sized for the locals) red ants (if you can identify what kind it is, please leave the name in the comments section) with their butts tilted up in the air, like little scorpions. Then there were the butterflies with their amazing colors (even the locals were in awe), lavender, electric blue, mint blue with a chocolate lace trim, red, orange, bright yellow... Wouldn't you know it? Husband failed to take a picture of them, but I promise I'm not making this up. I introduced our guest to the sweet nectar of santan. As kids we used to pluck the little flowers and sip from their straw-like stalk(?). Husband told her about sticking a star-apple leaf to her chin. The sap is like glue. I didn't get the fun in doing that, plus it makes your face dirty. Trust a boy.
For lunch, we went to Balaw Balaw, a restaurant-cum-gallery that used to serve exotic dishes, but has stopped doing so upon the orders of the Department of Environment and Natural Resources. Our friend was interested in trying out a python, but the restaurant doesn't serve it anymore. Happily, she was still able to find a couple of things that were on the exotic side: Soup No. 5 (Ever heard the joke about the man who ate in a restaurant near the arena where a bullfight had just happened?) and snails (which were pretty common to us locals).
After that we took her to the UP campus (Happy Centennial to us, btw), where her dad had also gone to for college. It's so weird to note that I was, in fact, ten years older than the students around us. I didn't feel older. It was just like looking at my classmates. That was me though. I didn't see myself (hips that have given birth, older eyes with a hint of crow's feet, the extra twenty pounds...) with their eyes. Whatever. It was strange. Have you ever gone back to your college and felt that the current students were just clones of your batch, that you could swear that that boy or that girl had been in your Humanities class?