We land in the Naga airport in Pili. The last time I went through this airport, I was FIVE years old. But it looked the same from 38 years ago.... except now, half the terminal had no roof thanks to Reming.
We gingerly picked our way through the roofless part, into the ground floor, where we discovered that they read the tickets of the maletas one by one and you wait until your number is called. Finally, they just allowed us in to pick your own, but they carefully scrutinized claim tags as you left the building. The BUS, which was to be our ride for the next 4 days met us at the airport. We climbed in, grateful to discover that it is comfortable, and the aircon is COLD. So we head for 1 Harvard Street, Monterey Subdivision: home of Tito Colacho and Tita Lilibeth and family. I had not been here since 1985...
When we got there, wow, what a homecoming! Kids all around, me trying to identify who was who, overwhelmed by hugs and kisses all around, giant welcome banner of the twins with pictures of all the cousins. Tito Colacho, Tita Lilibeth, Chinggay and Agot with Maia and Luis, Mica with Martina and Mark; Tita Penny and Tito Mike in his pony tail (startling to see it with your own eyes!), Gia with Andie, Rafa, and Sabine; China with Enzo and Rocio and Tita Maricar Manjon! Quick greetings, quick hugs, quick introductions, and we all piled into the buses and minivans and trucks: Zosas and Narcisos in their rented minivan, Franciscos, Benareses, Gamboa, Castillos, Guysaykos, Hernandezes in the big bus, Tito Colacho and staff and all the food in their truck. Along the way, we pick up Tito Boy and Tita Terry Abella from their restaurant, to ride with us to lunch at the home of Nenette and John Woods at the foothills of Mt. Isarog.
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