A quiet day at home in Bulacan with family enjoying late lunch and dinner talks with servings of fruits (watermelon, star apples, bananas), “Totsong Bangus” (Milkfish in Fermented Soy Cakes) and “Tortang Talong” (Eggplant Omelette). I was hoping it will rain to somehow quell the heat outside. Strangely, it always rain on Good Friday on my side of town (as it did last night half past midnight).
Good thing it didn’t or I won’t be able to take some photos of the traditional Baliuag Holy Week procession that happens yearly every Holy Wednesday and Good Friday. As a kid I always marveled at the larger than life carrozzas of mostly tableaux from the ministry, passion and death of Christ. Sometimes I join the procession walking behind the float of Maria Salome (a venerated follower of Jesus), lighted candle in hand.
It was already late when I walked out of the house. Caught the row of the statues just around the corner block, missing two-thirds of everything.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve witnessed the procession. What I do remember is the number of carrozzas at around 60. Tonight, the last count was 93. So it must have been a long time since I did. As usual the production is grand, the generators are noisy, the floats seem to get bigger and bigger. The outlandish garments of the statues are probably more expensive than the camera I used.