We just arrived from our Tita's house a little outside the historic town of Malolos in Bulacan. We left the house around 8 am and we arrived there about an hour later. I slept through most of the way until my Dad buzzed me on the phone to ask where we were at the time (he went to Batangas much earlier with his sibs, my aunt and uncle)
. We grabbed a quick breakfast of goto (steaming rice gruel cooked with cow intestines and ginger root, it's actually more appetizing than it sounds)
, siomai, and softdrinks. We also bought some salted eggs and take home grubs for the folks. As we were continuing our trip to our Tita's house, I was looking on the road thinking I could be the one driving this time, except that I left my student's license back home.
We had a warm reunion at the house with everybody in attendance (it was a rare occasion when all my uncles and aunts from my mother's side are there at the same time)
. After eating a hearty lunch, me and my sister explored the rice fields at the back of the house. I even took photographs of the place (check out the photos with the carabao)
. The carabao was so tame he even let me pet his head, though at first I was wary it might be ferocious since he was showing me his teeth while chewing his cud. My sister was so disgusted with the fact that I was touching a carabao she was really cringing at the sight of it. Oh well, it only made me think that I want one for myself.