Un-holy week

One of the things I am most grateful for is having the best set of close kin. My mom and her six sisters continue to share great love and respect for one another. And I guess we, the children, inherited all that. It doesn’t matter where we are or what we’re doing. We just enjoy being with each other.

The following are pictures with my sibs and best cuzzes. We spent the holy week in Agoo (where else?) and had the grandest time. Profane as it may be, holy week is one of the best times for us to drink and be merry.


Soul Café in Rosario is about two towns away from Agoo. It reminds me of Sonya’s.


Agoo Basilica. One of the town’s treasures (aside from us hehe).


This is probably my greatest sacrifice during Lent, the Good Friday procession.


My Auntie Jo went to Dangwa (from La Union) on Holy Wed just to get these anthuriums.


The local bar is actually open on Good Friday.


Orig’s special guest: Mr. Cuervo


Too lazy to go to the beach or Baguio.


Grilled lambchops and sausages. You have to understand. This was the day after Good Friday.


The only Mocha Blends I’ve gone to, San Fernando, La Union.


Ya esta.