around the old town
Vintage button up: thrifted
High waist pleated heart shorts: gift from Grant
Hi! Here is a quick, disjointed recap before I run out the door...
We live across the street from an old chapel that, for a long time, used to be sort of dilapidated and run down. I remember when I was younger i was convinced that the chapel was haunted and stuff. Didn't help that it was boarded up and just plain creepy looking. Well fast forward a decade, a new facade, and some refurbishing work and now the chapel is in working order and really quite beautiful. We got to climb up to the bell tower and poke around the place which was fun.
It seems that parades are a big deal over here. There is pretty much a parade for anything and everything. A few days ago my grandma woke us up and told us to come down stairs because a parade was about to start. Grant and I rushed to the porch and saw hundreds of middle school aged children walking down the street. I'm not sure why but there were a few costumed people peppered throughout the line which was cool to see, especially because their costumes were kind of crazy in the best way possible. I think news got around that some American people (us) were on the porch because the kids would wave at us and yell out "Hey Joe!!" to Grant. Joe being a general term for white American guy I think. Grant has gotten called Joe a lot here so far.
When I pictured going to a cockfight, I was thinking small. Maybe some sort of backyard operation with men crouching down and placing bets while motorbikes and jeeps sped by. Well, my uncle took us to a cockfighting arena and let's just say things got crazy. Definitely not a lot of women in attendance, mostly men. Lots of yelling and bet placing. We got a seat near the front and only stayed to see 4 matches (each match lasts like 2-3 minutes long). Cockfighting is definitely a cultural thing and while some may find it reprehensible, I will say that once it is clear which rooster has lost, death comes pretty swiftly via a blow to the neck delivered by the victorious bird.
One morning my family and I woke up at dawn to go to the fish bond and take a boat ride. All was very peaceful as our banca (boat) slipped into the water. Lots of birds were out fishing and seeing them zoom by and drop to the water only to retrieve a whole fish in their talons was a sight to see. Wish I could of captured that on film.
Hope everyone is doing well! Thanks for reading while my blog has transitioned into a travel one :)