My two-year old son sleeps soundly as I type away on a borrowed laptop. A few days ago, we took him to Bonifacio High Street so he can run to his heart's content. After a couple of "Supah Strikas" episodes on Disney Channel, my son has learned to passionately kick anything that is round. It didn't matter if it was a football, tennis ball, or an orange (the round fruit).
When we reached Fully Booked, I was surprised with the volume of people who were at The Fort. It seemed like the Sunday family crowd were all there, times three. Apparently, everyone was observing the Stations of the Cross tradition at The Fort.
After much hesitation, we decided to follow the crowd and go through the different stations.
I was never really big on religious holidays, especially this one. As a child, I remember having nothing to watch on TV, and being terrified by stories and superstitions about Holy Week.
Right now, I'm just glad I took the walk. It was not the religious walk that I expected it to be. It was a peculiar, and "quiet" experience. At one station, scenes from my life just flashed through my head. At another, I was reminded of the evil things I've done in my life, and how blessed I am for the opportunity to start all over. The "walk" came at such an opportune time, when everything seemed to be centered on a lot of things except the ones that really mattered. Faith, hope and love.
Too bad, wasn't able to take photos. ;)
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