I was quite apprehensive when Vincent first told me to go to Iloilo after he himself got back from his short official trip to this province last August. He said it will be very important for me to go back there before our wedding. I'm glad he persisted. And so we flew down there during the long All Soul's Day weekend.
Homecoming
On board to Iloilo.
Vincent
mentioned in his post about me spending part of my adolescent years in Iloilo -- Miag-ao in particular. Mama was then an employee of UP's College of Fisheries when the "migration wave" in the University went full swing in the late '80s. Mama was one of those transferred to the Visayas. Since she can not give up her job, the whole family decided to join with her. I finished my junior and senior years in high school from this town's Catholic school and attended my first three semesters in UPV. A year after I transferred back to Diliman, my mother passed away. Papa and my sister remained settled there, but three years after Mama's passing, my sister lived with me and attended school here in Quezon City. The last time I set foot in this province was in 1996 and wasn't able to go back there since, until two weeks ago. As for Papa, I haven't seen him for six long years either. He got married again and now, I have two little brothers. This was one meaningful homecoming reunion for me, indeed.
Di-in kamo ma-agto?Having counted the years, I scrambled big time in piecing together my
Kinaray-a -- one of the province's local languages. Actually, I've never been fluent in
Kinaray-a and never acquired the tongue accent.
Kinaray-a na tunog Manileña pa rin. While I went to school there and got exposed to the language for three years, Tagalog is still the medium at home. Vincent was more confident that because he's with me, getting around Iloilo will not be so much of a problem, unlike when he was there three months before. We did manage to go around with my broken
Kinaray-a, although we constantly get the
"Di-in kamo ma-agto (where are you getting off)
?" tagline from tricycle and jeepney drivers because we are obviously trying hard to speak the language. My personal favorite was whenever we go home to Papa's house after roaming around the town square. Whenever a tricycle driver asks where we're getting off, I would always say,
"Rigto sa dako na balay ng mga Nerpiol (over there at the big house of the Nerpiols)
". The Nerpiol's is that big house right next to my Papa's humble home. No, I'm not ashamed of my father's house (we actually love it because it's cozy). It's just that most drivers know this prominent family and so name-dropping the Nerpiol's would mean us never getting lost. Hahaha!
Ate Teng and Kuya Vincent

Welcome!!!
Papa's been married for six years to Jeane, who is a native of Miag-ao. I've never met her personally nor their little cookie monsters, CJ (5 years) and Jian (18 months). Papa is a father to pre-schoolers all over again at 53. The whole family picked up Vincent and me near the historic Miag-ao Church and took us home along with them. I should say I'm proud of Papa and Jeane for raising my brothers the right way. The kids are both smart and most of all, sweet! I was nearly in tears when I saw the banners they made for me and Vincent!
Nakakatuwa!Days before our trip, CJ would call me up wishing for a trolley school bag, a pack of crayons and pencils as his pasalubong (present). We got him his present and the moment we got home, he excitedly rolled the bag around the house! The boys are inherently sweet to each other. They share their stuffs sparingly without complaints. Of course they fight a little sometimes like normal kids do, but they are mature for their age. If it were me and their Ate Sheryl (my sister), we would be scowling at each other by then and Papa would be down on the floor pulling us apart! My sister and I didn't get along when we were kids. But CJ and Jian are not like that.
I am so grateful to God and to Vincent for this trip. It was indeed a humbling experience for the both of us. Among the many lessons we've learned, one thing that we realized is that WE ARE BLESSED WITH SO MUCH. We've learned how to be grateful with little things and count them as blessings. We tend to discount the simple things as gifts and call ourselves poor when in fact, we are richly blessed.
Only Papa and CJ will be here for the wedding, but we are going to visit the whole family again next year.
View more photos HERE.