It's a beautiful morning to wake up to see a rainbow outside the house; it actually rained at night, and it was just foggy in the morning. Then there's a rainbow appearing in the dark clouds that are slowly disappearing, but it's a sign that we are truly grateful for this day.
Everyone believes that Good Friday is a day of fasting; everything is prohibited, including taking a shower, washing clothes, and handling sharp objects because you could get hurt and it would take a long day off as well. Is this the same where you live?
Well, not everyone follows this superstition, especially me. As a breastfeeding mother who is always hungry, fasting does not work for me. Haha
In the afternoon, we decided to go to church for a procession with my toddler son. Every Holy Friday, the Filipinos vow to march in procession with those pushing pasu with statues of the Jesus Christ or all of the saint covered in flowers.
We left home around five o'clock, and since the mass was almost over, we spent the time at my uncle's store because we couldn't go inside the church because there were so many people and my son was with us and the weather was so hot. So we just waited for the mass to end and then waited there for the procession that we would follow.
I was hungry, so we ate siopao and takoyaki because that's what was available and what I felt like eating. I didn't have time to take pictures because we were in a hurry to get ready for the procession. We also purchased 2 pcs of Candles worth 15 pesos with paper holders to catch the drips while the candles were lit.
The procession start and the priest and his companions, as well as the number one pasu, have already passed by, but we are waiting for the number three pasu, who will lead us through the procession. Because that pasu belongs to our village, and its owner is also the wealthiest person in our neighborhood, hehe. My husband was the only one who requested a t-shirt there, so he received it.
My husband was in front of me holding the pasu and helping push and pull when the road was up and down. My husband also held my son from the beginning of the procession until the end because I couldn't bear the pain in my hip when I had to hold my son. It was getting dark when I lit our candle, and everyone there was holding a candle, whether old or young.
The procession started at six p.m.; when we arrived home, it was already eight p.m. it was a great feeling to walk like this because I could feel everyone's faith, and while it was exhausting, it was worth it!
That's all for today, Thankyou for reading..