Sunday, August 26, 2007

Bakasyon

When your homeland becomes a mere vacation destination for you, there won’t be time for blogging, even reading newspapers and watching news. Times are spent just catching up on events that took place within the close-knit family circle since the last vacation. Talks on politics happen only when your aging father updates you on the latest government shenanigans.

Spending the first half of my month-long vacation in Cagayan de Oro, where my in-laws are based and where I own a modest home, there was very little talk of politics. There would have been none, if I could have helped it.

Driving from the airport in Lumbia to my home in Camaman-an, I noticed several billboards proclaiming “GMA Cares” (for what, I wondered). As I drove by SM City, I noticed a street sign larger than the average street signs. It identified the street as Macapagal Drive- ano bayan? I would have understood if I were driving along streets in Lubao, Pampanga. Pero nasa Mindanao ako.

We decided to swing by SM City’s food court for a quick lunch. After paying the bill, I was given several loose coins and a P200-note with Diosdado Macapagal smiling at me (Must Jun Magsaysay be a president before we can replace Kong Dadong’s portrait with that of Ramon Magsaysay?). Isa pang “ano bayan?”. What has Diosdado Macapagal done to deserve all these tributes. A Macapagal Street, a Macapagal Drive, a Macapagal Avenue, and a Macapagal note? Here’s a nation so grateful to a former president for things only his daughter knows. I dread the thought of having a town, a province, and, who knows, a country named Macapagal just because of a daughter’s hallucinations of grandeur.

While in Mindanao, I had the chance to visit other towns in Misamis Oriental. Jasaan (my mother-in-law’s place) is still a picture of serenity. Though, some stretches of coastline may appear unsafe due to UFOs (unidentified floating objects), there are still stretches that are enchantingly clean and invitingly beautiful. Salay (my father-in-law’s place) ranks second in my list of the sweetest tasting tuba sources. I reserve the number one spot for tuba from the town of Claveria. If it were not for the daily afternoon rains, I would have reserved a date for the beaches of Opol.

The last half of the vacation was spent with my folks in Cavite. Mornings are reserved for feasts of native delicacies (suman sa lihiya, sapin-sapin, bibingkang galapong, etc.) and a stockpile of tawilis. Early afternoons are for driving to the nearest SM or Robinson’s. Evenings were spent chatting with brothers and a brother-in-law over bottles of extra-strong beer.

Talks on political issues become inevitable with the radio tuned in to the AM band all through the mornings. These discussions were dull and memorable at the same time. They were dull because they were all between me and Tatay- there were no points of disagreement, as we have always shared the same viewpoints since I was seven, when PP1081 took effect. They were memorable because they were all between me and Tatay- they were moments of bonding between a father, who never failed to understand, and a son, who never failed to question. I admit that they were more memorable than dull knowing that nothing lasts forever. I know, Tatay won’t be there for me forever, or I may not be there for Tatay forever- so bond while there’s time.

I also had my own moments with my kids as we spent an afternoon in the farm picking vegetables and wild mushrooms, drinking coconut water straight from the coconut, transforming mango branches into instant chainless swings, taking pictures of several heads of cattle we own and riding on their backs after those photo ops, and plunging into an accidental bath courtesy of an unexpected afternoon rain.

The worst thing with vacations is that they don’t last as long as you want them to. After becoming so attached (or, is it reattached?) to folks back home, we had to detach. My sons had a difficult time saying goodbye to grandparents, uncles, aunts and cousins. The folks we left behind were just as teary-eyed as we stepped into the NAIA’s departure area.

Vacations start with anticipatory smiles. They end with eyes moist. And, when the tears are wiped dry, blogging begins again.

6 comments:

MBW said...

Hi welcome back to the busy world of blogging.

I liked your bakasyon tales ...

MBW said...

I wouldve liked to spend a couple of days back home while we were on vacation in the Far East region but weather, and the typhoon in the works discouraged me, on top of which my Mom told me not to come and instead came to join family and I abroad.

Frankly, I don't know if I missed anything by skipping Pinas but I do know one thing, we enjoyed our sojourn out of Pinas.

lahingbughaw said...

I enjoyed reading your observations during your holiday in the Philippines, things I myself dread to see, and may cause me to suffer a stroke. I don't want my blood pressure to rise up, you know.

Tama ka, ano ba ang ginawa ni Dadong Macapagal for Filipinos to be grateful to him? Iyong utang na hindi mabayad-bayaran ng mga pilipino that he incurred on their behalf?

Kawawang bansa!

EQ said...

Hope you come back soon to enjoy your family!

In the meantime,continue your fearless blogging!

Unknown said...

Nakaka-homesick ang kuwento mo Ka Enchong. Kailan kaya ako makakatikim ulit ng tuba?

MBW said...

You still on vacation?