My asawa and I had just returned from another trip to Cebu City with our little niece and nephew from Guimaras in tow. We only had a couple of days before we would attend what I like to call “The Neon Blue Jesus Wedding.” My spouse and I were approached a couple of months ago by some distant relatives and asked to be sponsors for the big event.
My asawa and I attended the SPED 1st Quarter Culminating Activity held at San Miguel Central School in Guimaras. Our niece, JalAmiel, and nephew, Jorealle, her brother, are in advanced classes called SPED, Special Education.
SM City Iloilo, in conjuction with the US Embassy based in Manila, held an event called “America in 3D: A Road Show in Diplomacy, Development, and Defense” this past weekend. My last post covered Saturday night’s entertainment, and on the final day of the festivities, Sunday, I wanted to return since my asawa wanted to participate in a line dancing workshop.
[smartads]The sinulog had ended! The dancers, carrying bamboo sticks and gyrating wildly while uttering banshee screams, were finished. The reception for my asawa's goddaughter, Analyn Gange Sealmoy, could now begin. Throngs of relatives and invited friends started entering the reception area which was held at the San Joaquin, Iloilo home of the bride's sister. I was starving. And sweating. My Barong Tagalog was drenched in perspiration. Those barongs weren't designed for a hefty American expat like myself. I was hoping my Arm & Hammer Advanced Protection deodorant was going to hold up. You probably wouldn't want to be sitting next to me during the reception at this point.
[smartads]The first Filipino wedding that I had attended (other than my own) had ended. The Wedding Mass was over. Pictures had been taken. Rented jeepneys waited outside the church in San Joaquin, Iloilo, where my wife's goddaughther, Analyn Gange, had just married John Vincent Sealmoy, to take us to the wedding reception about a kilometer away at a relative's home. I was thirsty, hot and hungry. It was around noon and since my asawa and I had both skipped breakfast to get an early start from our home in Guimaras, we both were ready to relax and have some chow.
[smartads]This was my first traditional wedding in the Philippines that my asawa and I were attending since moving to Guimaras, the rural province in Western Visayas known for its sweet mangoes and beach resorts. We were in San Joaquin, Iloilo for the ceremony and were serving as sponsors. The bride and groom, John Vincent Sealmoy and Analyn Gange (my asawa's goddaughter) , had been kneeling at the altar for quite some time as we sweltered in our classic Filipino attire. I bet they were as nervous as a couple of porcupines in a balloon factory.
[smartads]San Joaquin, Iloilo. Sunday morning. 9:15 am. The wedding of John Vincent Sealmoy and Analyn Gange was due to start at 10:00 am. This was the first wedding in which my asawa and I would be a sponsor, and I did not know what to expect. Since the church, St. Joachim Parish, was 90 minutes from Iloilo City which is another 45 minutes from our home in Guimaras, we were not able to attend any rehearsals. I would just follow my wife's lead. A wise man always does.