Well I have finally been able to set up my computer in Digos City here in the Philippines and thought it would be a great time to begin my blog from all the journal entries I have done my first week here in the Philippines. I do hope you will enjoy reading this. I have a twofold purpose for this blog, one is for me to use to remember everything that I am doing and two for those who aren't with me to know what I am doing.
Journal entry for May 29, 2010
First and foremost I want to thank God for keeping me safe throughout all my flights. As I write this, I have been up for almost 48 hours. I received my second wind when I arrived, but I am slowly crashing.
Here are some of my first impressions of the Philippines once I arrived. I was scared, almost doubting myself on whether or not I could handle this. This feeling came about because I am in a new country, I do not speak the language, and I was lost. All that nervousness changed once I made it to Davao City. I finally had the opportunity to meet Br. Luc, who I have been in contact with since August 2008. Usually in new situations for me, I am shy, and that was the side they were seeing. As we made our way through Davao to the Matina community, we passed numerous places that really show this country is a developing country, such as houses with only one room made of only wood and slums. What really tugged at my heart was seeing small children digging through garbage bags most probably for food. It makes me appreciate what I have.
When we made it to the Matina community, we received a tour of the compound. They have about 5 dogs, but then I saw a cage and wondered what was in the cage. To my astonishment, I discovered that it was a freaking monkey. The Brothers have a monkey.
Journal entry for May 31, 2010
On my second day in the Philippines, I got up at 2:50 a.m. to attend a street market with two of the Brothers. It was also the first time I took one of the many public transportation services. This one is called a "jeepney", which is an old jeep that the U.S. military had here that the Filipinos restored and now use them for public service. Let me just say when many of the Filipino's see a foreigner, they will try to sale their product. On the way back to the house we took a tricycle, which is a motorcycle with a cart on the side and seats on the back.
I also had the opportunity to attend Mass at San Pedro Cathedral, which looks like a giant ship. All the churches here in the Philippines are not closed in, but opened. They have grills on them to let the outside air in since it gets so hot. This particular Mass I attended was in a different language. I do not want to hear any priests back home to complain about how many Masses they might celebrate in a given weekend because the Cathedral here has over 8 Masses on Sunday and they are all usually packed.
After lunch, Br. Dan, Br. Mervyn, and I went to the mall. Can we say crowded and security galore. As you walk into the mall there are security guards to pat you down. Br. Mervyn was showing us around and took us to the gaming area, where there was Dance Dance Revolution. I got a card to play and did a horrendous job as many Filipinos gathered around to watch the crazy American make a fool of himself. This girl got up right after me and did an incredible job, she rocked the game. I walked away with my head held high for trying, with Br. Mervyn laughing at me.
That evening was a giant welcoming party with all the Brothers here in the Philippines, where I got to meet more of my Brothers here in the Philippines that I will be living with, which they are a fun bunch and will make this an enjoyable time for me.
Third day started me off on the Brothers prayer schedule with morning prayer at 5:25 a.m. and Mass at 6 a.m. The sun is already out by those times. After breakfast, we headed to the Brothers spirituality center in Catalunan Grande for an orientation regarding the work the Brothers do here in the Philippines. After the orientation, we were given a Filipino partner for a scavenger hunt in Davao. The purpose was not for competition, but a chance to know the city. We were given 1,000 pesos, that's less than fifty American dollars, to get certain items that should last for three weeks. (No lie as I am writing this journal entry down we just had an earthquake, I was wondering why the pew I am sitting was rocking.) Back to what I was saying, we also had to take photos of various locations in Davao. It turned out to be a really fun day. Besides riding a jeepney and a tricycle today, I got to ride on a motorcycle, which was fun.
One thing I am getting used to is being stared at. I've started to smile at those that stare. Today I had these two ladies in another jeepney smiling at me. Later on in the day I ran into them again and they were smiling at me again. As they rode away in a taxi, they waved at me and I waved back. As I made my way back to Matina from Catalunan Grande, I noticed this little girl sitting in a back of this truck. As I began to smile at her, her little eyes lit up. It was an incredible feeling to know that I can bring some smiles to the Philippines.
Back to talking about the earthquake. After the pew started to rock, I thought it was Br. Dennis moving in the pew, but when I looked him he was discussing with another Brother and then they look at me and tell me that we just had an earthquake. I then looked at the sanctuary lamp hanging from the ceiling and notice it rocking back and forth. After dinner Br. Dennis went online and discovered that an earthquake hit off the coast of Mindanao, which is the island I am on, with no damage reported, thank God. It was cool that I have already experienced something like that.
Journal entry June 1st
How come everytime I seem to travel to another country famous people die? Last summer it was Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson, this time it was Gary Coleman.
Well today I got my first taste of a slum here in the Philippines. I was nervous about what I would possibly see. I walked from Matina to Isla Suerte, a squatter area, where myself and some of the others as well as Br. Chris's group were going to gather in a small chapel with some of the locals. What I saw were wooden shacks that were so tiny that accomodated the huge families, kids being bathed out of buckets of water, and then those that just go jump into the sea. I asked one of my fellow novices if these kids go to school, and he replied that only some of them do. When I arrived at the chapel, I was greeted by some of the local teens and a seminarian who volunteers there. As a sign of a blessing and a prayer, the Filipinos will take your hand and place there forehead on the back of your hand. That was what I was greeted with. When our activities began we started with introductions, all of our group seemed to sit on one side while the natives sat on the other. Through the introductions it was easy to see which kids could speak english better. We then learned songs that required dancing which gave us time to interact with those that were present. After all of this we broke up into small groups, where the kids and teenagers could ask us questions. As we talked, I wanted to learn more about their dreams and aspirations based off of their living situations. One guy aspires to be a priest, one girl an elementary teacher, and another a chef. I'm praying that their dreams and wishes come true. As we were about to leave one of the older native men addressed our group saying that it makes him want to work harder at living a Christian life. This guy was on the liturgy committee for his community.
Other than that activity, the rest of the day was spent hanging with the novices and postulants. They crack me up as I crack them up. Three of us went to the mall, my third time since I have been here. They made the joke that they would leave me on my own, which is a big NO NO because I could be kidnapped and I am not allowed to go off by myself, however, chances of being kidnapped are unlikely. They wanted to see me play the Dance Dance Revolution game, but unfortunately, I was not able too since their were already people playing. I know that when I finally move to Digos, I am going to miss the daily interaction with everyone here at Matina.
Aww, Rogelio, long story, but a great memory!
Journal entry for June 2nd
Wow what day! It has probably been one of my most busiest days thus far here in the Philippines. Went back to Isla Suerte to be with the kids. From the time we got there to when the other group arrived, it was about thirty minutes, so we had thirty minutes with the kids. Instead of just sitting around, me being the extravert that I am, I decided to find ways to entertain the children. Come to find out they had never heard of the "Hokey Pokey". They absolutely loved it and we did it many time with them. We broke into two groups and with the aid of the children, they walked us through where they live. What brought me joy was seeing all the smiles beeming from there faces as well as the looks of the onlookers. We walked along dirt paths and the beach, then we played games to finish the time. It really made me start reflecting on children in the U.S. and these children and how the Filipino children are so much more appreciative of everything they have. They do not seem to take anything for granted because they live such a simple life. You can definitely say that these kids are not spoiled. Family and community are very much important to them.
What was a great morning turned into hell in the afternoon thanks to Br. Mervyn. Today I learned how to wash clothes with my barehands. I do have video to prove it. The novies and others in formation have to do it, so I have to do it as well. It took me forever because Br. Mervyn likes it to be super clean, but gosh I thought it was clean. I have cuts on my knuckles scrubbing, not fun. I dread the next time I have to wash clothes again.
I went with one of the Brothers to meet up with the other group for a game of basketball at San Pedro College. Originally I thought it would simply be us playing a pick-up game, no we were playing against there team, with referees. They were shorter compared to us, but a lot quicker. I do not like to brag, but for someone who hasn't played in a while finishing off the game with 14 points and a pretty awesome steal goes to show that I still have it. We did win, however, they kept on fouling us at the end just to try to come back. I sweated my butt off and will most likely be sore tomorrow. They want to play again, however, I will be in Digos by then.
Today also started the Novena to the Sacred Heart, but we also celebrated over the hump day activities which included beers, chips, and various games. I played "Sorry" with three others and I won. That's two things I've won today.
Journal entry for June 3rd
Well last night was the first night here that I had the hardest time trying to get some sleep. Regardless of that, today was a new day and a new adventure. Like I predicted though I woke up this morning completely sore from playing basketball. Today was day 3 at Isla Suerte with some of the poor here in the Philippines. What was different about today was that we had an opportunity to visit some of those in the area. They were very small, some owned there place and others rented. I wondered how they could fit so many people in one room with such a huge family. In one house, I am pretty sure if I had held my arms out I would be able to touch two different walls. Nevertheless, the people were happy. One girl started singing Taylor Swift and I joined her in the singing.
This afternoon went to the mall with another novice. When I say the mall, the department store is in the mall. I was there at 3 p.m., Divince Mercy hour, well over the speaker system came a meditation, which is something you would never hear in the states because somebody would be offended. After that some of the employees lined up across the front of the store and began to dance. If only I had my camera, I was smiling at them and they were smiling back. I think some were really shy and embarrassed about it.
I went with Br. Luc to the airport to pick up the Brothers that live in Manilla. They were coming in for the profession ceremony this weekend.
One thing I am learning about the Filipinos is there deep sense of spirituality that is far beyond what I am use to in the states. The Angelus is also prayed everyday, people will stop what they are doing for the prayer.
Journal entry for June 4th
Gosh I am tired and it doesn't help that I'm also not feeling very well. Today was the culmination program at Isla Suerte. The children and the teenagers danced for us and some even sang songs for us. One girl gave a declaration to the whole group and she did a great job. At the end, we gave them treats, which I am sure they enjoyed. Poor Jeff kept on getting sacked by all the Filipino women. They all enjoyed taking pictures with him. I am going to miss those kids. By the way they really love Taylor Swift. Also they love being in pictures and cameras.
I washed clothes by hand again today, enough said.
We had "First Friday Brotherhood" at the Matina community where we had an hour adoration, prayer, and Mass. It was open to guests and many came to participate. There was also a meal served afterwards. However, I was not able to finish mine since I was feeling terrible. The other group was set to go out and try balut tonight. I told them that the balut cart goes by the house so we waited till we heard the bell. Now balut is a 17-21 day old duck egg. The others tried it, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. They said it was really good. Well good for them because I am not ready to try it. After they left I went straight to bed.
Journal entry for June 5th - June 7th
Saturday was the first profession ceremony for three of the novices here in the Philippines. I was so happy that I was able to be attendance here for this special celebration in there lives. Earlier in the week they had asked me to read the prayers of the faithful, which I was honored to do. Being able to witness them taking vows gives me something to look forward too. Out of the three one got emotional and I know when my profession comes up, I will most likely be emotional myself since it is such an awesome ceremony and an amazing sign of consecrating oneself to Christ.
After that we all went to Samal, which is the Brothers beach house on an island here in the Philippines. To get there it requires a boat ride and if you are lucky and amazing motorcycle ride through the country, which was incredible. Walking down the path to the beach house and seeing the incredible view was breathe taking. If you are looking across the water you see other islands and huge mountains in the background. One of the first things we did, we went swimming of course. I have never seen coral reefs before and the patterns they were growing in. It was incredible. I also got to see starfish that were everywhere, it was pretty amazing. Now the house itself has no electricity and if you want water you have to pump it. Also to use the bathroom you have to feel the back of the bowl up with water so that it will flush. I was still feeling very bad and by 7:30 I was already laying on the ground trying to sleep, while they were having a good ole time on the floor below me. I was exhausted, my stomach was hurting.
We all pretty much got up early on Sunday to watch the sunrise which was incredible. I was feeling a little better, so some of us went back in the water before breakfast for a morning dip. The water felt really good. I went back in the water after I ate, which the others came out later. We started to collect all the starfish we could find and tried to put them in the same spot, we had like 50 starfish, some blue ones, some with spikes, it was cool. In total I was in the water for over two hours, which means major sunburn. I don't think I have ever been this sunburned before in my life. When we left, we traveled the same way we got there, motorcycles. On the ferry boat across, some Filipinos made room for me to sit and started to ask me questions, one being whether or not my wife was here. I've gotten that a few times.
Once I made it back to Matina I had three hours to spare before I headed to Mass. Once Mass arrived I started to feel bad again. When the Eucharistic prayer started, I thought I was going to pass out. Let me just say I arrived home at like 7:10 p.m. and went straight to bed. I think I was dehydrated. I had a great night sleep and woke up feeling a little better
I started drinking more water and I think that is helping. On Monday June 7th I finally moved to Digos City where the Brothers run the school Cor Jesu College, which is a school that goes from Kindegarten all the way to college. It's a nice place and the community here is a amazing. One of the things I will be doing here is working in campus ministry and possibly helping to teach one of the classes. The first meal I had here was fantastic, it looked like giant shrimp, which has a special name that I don't know, but it was great. I got a tour of Digos and of the school and went to a Mass with some of the Brothers and members of the school community in the Brothers chapel. After dinner I went and played basketball with some of the Brothers and some students. I am happy to finally be at Digos and what the next three months will bring for me.