Lolo, my father-in-law, has a problem. A girlfriend. A sweetie that he can only see. A significant other that he can only converse with. It’s Easter Sunday in Guimaras, home of sweet mangoes, beautiful beaches and pretty pinays. The “intervention crew,” which consists of my asawa, Cousin Emma, Cousin Roberto and I, are zooming along the road to visit a sorhano, folk healer in the Philippines. Cousin Roberto knows one that lives near Nueva Valencia, the beach resort area of this province. We’re all piled into a tricycle on another hot summer day in the Philippines.
The most all-time popular video on YouTube, viewed over a billion times, is of course, “Gangnam Style.” It’s a K-pop single by South Korean rapper/dancer PSY. Have you ever listened to a continuous loop of that song repeated for over an hour? I have. Welcome to New Year’s Eve in the Philippines.
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Dog crap. No one I know particularly likes the stuff. I hate it when I step in a pile of it and get some on the bottom of my shoes. The fresh stuff is smelly and harder to remove than the crap that has aged for awhile. My asawa is always pointing it out to me when we take our walks through our subdivision outside of Iloilo City. I guess because I’m nearing the age of 60, she believes my eyesight must be failing. (Photo by jozexit from Flickr. © All rights reserved.)