Filipino fiesta

One slow-roasted pig: $135. A town fiesta banner made in the Philippines: P2000. One night’s rent for a community hall: $1000. A once-in-a-year opportunity to chill with folks from a town thousands of miles away: priceless.

There are some things money can’t buy, for everything else, rob somebody.

A Filipino fiesta happens once a year in almost every town in the Philippines. Too bad in the US I can’t kill a pig, get drunk on the street, cut off the heads of chickens, and catch fresh fish in my neighbor’s backyard without going to jail. Because of this, I was pretty bored at our town fiesta the other night, but I think it was because no one wanted to talk to me. I guess that’s what happens when you eat like a pig. Yeah, the fiestas back in the Philippines are way better.

Yo i’d like to give a shout-out to the TANOCAL cuzos, my pinay Jo Anne, my pinoy John from the UK, and to Filipinos away from home. Maholla back! (Hoy to big D for the photos).