My cousins’ neighborhood is the lechon capital of the Philippines; down the street you can see rotisserie-roasted suckling pigs leaned up against the wall on their spits, crispy skin glistening in the sun.
Yesterday Cowsin E’s new husband E’s family had a “barrio fiesta” for the family to meet Cowsin E. So we drove out to Pampanga to their “farm.” They don’t really “farm” at the farm anymore, it’s more just a family retreat compound, where they happen to raise some fighting cocks. The set up was amazing; food, entertainment, etc. but my enjoyment was tempered when I stepped on a frakkin’ RUSTY NAIL. Yes, it broke the skin, yes, I got anti tetanus shots later that night. It wouldn’t be the Philippines if I didn’t end up at least once in the emergency room. My bill for the shots was 109 pesos; less than USD $3.
after “barrio fiesta” we went to their “rest house,” which I also heard described as a “nipa hut” only it was HUGE and oppulent. Too bad it was mosquito hour.
Afterward, returned to their compound in New Manila, cabbed back to Lunas Street.