My Love for Bicolandia (Part 3 of My 5-Year Tribute to 'Ina')
The Naga Metropolitan Cathedral grabbed from escapemanila.com. |
Originally published on September 17, 2018.
In 2016, I began a five-part tribute to our region's
patroness, Nuestra Seรฑora de Peรฑafrancia. The first part was about my family
being deeply-rooted in the Bicol Region, and my parents being married on the
very Feast Day of Ina.
In 2017, last year, the centenary anniversary of Our Lady of Fatima, I
recounted how Mother Mary was the last reason - but a strong one - that kept me
to the Catholic fold, giving me a very strong and flourishing faith later on.
This year, 2018, as I get closer to my 33rd birthday in 2020, the next time my
birthday will coincide with the Feast Day of Bicolandia, the topic will be
about my love for the region...
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I remember that one day in 1997, as a grade 4 student at BU, I read a page on
our textbook in HeKaSi that struck me so much that it has remained in my mind
up to now. That moment was something ordinary for most children but it was nonetheless
life-changing to me. I discovered the difficult truth that Bicol, that place I
was growing up in but which had not become so significant to me until that very
moment, was actually the second poorest in the nation.
Being a Bicolano myself, with Bicolano parents, and with Bicolano grandparents,
I became so interested in something I had always ignored. To me, in the years
and months before, Bicol was just a mere place. That ordinary day changed this.
It became more than just a place; it became so much more. I grew significant
interests in social studies, and everything that makes up the Bicol Region.
In the following summer of 1998, we had a trip to Baguio City with the family.
The curiosity I mentioned above produced strong evidences --- I literally
listed down all towns and cities we passed through from our hometown of Daraga,
Albay. Every time I discover a new town, I would glisten and delightfully write
the town's name down. The last of the towns of Bicol that I wrote was Del
Gallego, Camarines Sur (which I later found out to be not accurate as it was
actually Sta. Elena, Camarines Norte).
The passion continued in the following months when I literally memorized all
the names of the towns in the region from the most peculiar-sounding
(Garchitorena, Camarines Sur) to those found in the outermost fringes
(Esperanza, Masbate; Gigmoto, Catanduanes).
The love I have for the region continued to grow as the years passed by. Not
only did I study the region's geography and its political subdivisions, I also
read about its rich history. Like branches of a growing tree, my interests
continued to branch out to include tourist spots, beaches, churches, and just
lately, cuisine, which I am very proud of due to its distinct heritage
and identity. My concern for Bicol in 1997 became love. Soon, I have become
enamored of everything Bicolano.
This love is the reason why I find it to be heart-warming to know that I was
born on the very feast day of the entire region and why Mother Mary became my
last remaining reason for holding on to my Catholic Faith, making me realize
that changing my religion would mean discarding Mother Mary's significance to
my wonderful life and identity.
Today, I don't think I will be someone else anymore. Actually, I was recently
confronted with issues regarding the Catholic Church... but when I asked
myself, "so you want to change religion now? Maybe. So you're leaving
Mother Mary? Oh no, I will remain a Catholic." The same day, I came back
to reading the bible and its catholic interpretations.
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