This guide to a Visita Iglesia in Siquijor was something I wrote for Tripzilla before this year’s Holy Week. I patterned this after a recent visita iglesia I did with a guest who visited Siquijor for the first time. While Siquijor will not boast of centuries-old and magnificent churches, we do have our share of historic churches. The simplicity of the architecture of the churches in the island will give you an idea of what are the island’s mineral resources (lime stones), the role of the island in the grand scheme of Catholicism in the country (a vacation/retreat place for friars), and how the island fared with the rest of the country during the two World Wars and calamities (earthquakes and typhoons). The churches are not as magnificent as other churches in the country. The churches in Siquijor pale in comparison to the San Augustin Church in the Intramuros. But I would like to believe that all of us, no matter how small, grand, simple or magnificent, make a part of our beautiful country.
I went on a short trip to Siquijor last November (really a short trip because it did not last more than 24 hours) to bring candles, flowers and prayers for my loved ones who have departed. It is a tradition in our country to commemorate our dearly departed on the first two days of November. As I’ve said here, there are still many unexplored portions of the island, mostly coves and beaches that luckily have not yet been converted to beach resorts. These beach strips are our version of paradise. Continue reading “Short Trip to Siquijor”
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I went to public schools for 14 years, from elementary to tertiary. I am from a small island in the Philippines named Siquijor, and I live in one of its town, called Lazi. I went to the public elementary school there. There was no private elementary school at that time. And even if there was, the education I got from my public elementary school was probably at par with, or even better than, the education I would have received in a private school there. My former teachers were dedicated school teachers and experts in their fields. The elementary school is located just across my grandparents’ house where I lived most of the time.
Continue reading “Lazi Central School”
In our hometown, in Lazi, Siquijor, we celebrate our fiesta on the 15th of May in honor of the patron saint of the farmers, St. Isidore. Our town fiesta is an important part of our lives. Most of us (okay, me) treat the fiesta as the start of a new year. The fiesta is a celebration, especially of friends and families, and of blessings and abundance. To illustrate just how important our fiesta is, most Lazihanons count the years (especially of being away) by the number of fiestas they’ve missed. This year, our fiesta was not as festive as it was many years ago. This year, there were only a few of us in the family, which makes the fiesta really sad, but we make do. This year, the festivities were short of becoming “mantinil.” But nevertheless, each fiesta is different — no two fiestas are ever the same, and this year was different because I got to bond with my elementary friends. Now that our town’s fiesta’s over, I’m looking forward and preparing for next year’s. And I am sure it’s not just me, but most Lazihanons as well.
The photos show food we prepare during fiestas: mostly meat dishes (it’s economical and efficient, but really not healthy), lechon (a staple), and torta.