I haven’t had the motivation to visit Obando, where I lived since birth until before college, for a very long time. Maybe it was the welcome re-connection with schoolmates from way back via Facebook, maybe it was a time when my work schedule allowed it. What seems to be the more prevalent variable must be the realization that my past, my history, should never be left ignored. The memories may not be as exciting or interesting compared to what others have said or written, but its mine, all mine.
So, this year, 2010, after more than a decade, I left nightshift work early to take the trek to my hometown, for the Obando Feritlity Rites to photo-document. It was the third day of the fiesta, May 19th, feast of the Nuestra Señora de Salambao.