On Bus Rides & Our Journey

I don't know why but I've recently developed this inexplicable fascination with buses. Every time I see one, my head turns and then I start wishing I was on it. One time, I almost got on one near Gaisano Mactan because it was right there in front of me, opening to let in some Korean tourists. But alas, it was not meant to be so I crossed the road and rode a V-hire instead.

I really love bus rides. I enjoyed riding our school bus from USJ-R main to our Basak campus in college. I would choose the seat the the back and sleep or talk along the way. Then recently, we started taking the bus to Talisay. Since then, I've always wanted to jump into a bus every single time I see one. In fact, I did just that. The bad part was that I left my aunt and sisters in a very hot van just to get on that bus. Yes, the ride was fun but the worry was worse. Anyway, I've been riding buses so many times in school. Off to La Salle in Toledo, then Kawasan falls, then off to Dumaguete last December 2007. Loved every trip.

I also remember going with my family on bus rides to the north. Mostly with my Lola to visit the Bogo church where she made a promise to their patron saint that she would visit every feast day because that was where she asked for a special prayer after losing her firstborn son -- that her next children would live. Because God honored that promise through the intercession of San Vicente Ferrer, Lola always goes there to thank him and light a candle. I just asked her a minute ago and this was a bit of a surprise -- the next child that was born was no other than Mama. Wow! I hope I can go there in lieu of Lola and surprise San Vincente next year, May 27 and 28 and thank him for his intercession.

But first, we can expect lots of pilgrims for our city fiesta next month. I'm really looking forward to that and to our future trip to Simala which I am hoping will be a bus ride too. Yes, I am fascinated with buses and I associate them with beautiful memories. Maybe it's because my first few trips to Baguio were in buses from Manila to Baguio. At least that's what my memory and our family pictures tell me. I love buses and I can't wait to ride trains next time, hopefully with my Papa in Rome. Here would be good too. Thank God for my beloved family and friends who have been riding on this journey with me. More trips to go! :)