In our area, during the yearly feast of our patron saint, Saint John the Baptist, one of the
most vivid parties I saw was Color, music, and the spirit of community permeated the entire
town. Weeks before the event, banderitas had already adorned the streets and everyone
was getting their houses ready for guests. My family and I participated in the excitement by
purchasing supplies, assisting in the cleaning of the house, and outlining what meals to
present.
I awakened on fiesta morning to the aroma of wonderful food being cooked in the kitchen:
kaldereta, lumpia, pancit, and a big pot of kare-kare. While my father grilled pig and fish
outside, I assisted my mother in making sweets such leche flan and biko. Though it was hot
and crowded, I felt thrilled and joyful since fiesta occurs just once a year.
Our home was overrun with visitors around lunchtime: relatives from the city, neighbors,
classmates, and even strangers welcomed to dine. I saw how kind and charitable everybody
was, serving food and drinks with wide grins. We explored the city to view the parade and
street dancing following our lunch. People cheered on performers in traditional costumes as
they danced to lively music. Celebrating and joy filled the air.
Evening brought a fireworks show that illuminated the heavens, and I stared in wonder with
my siblings. That day brought home the realization that a Filipino festival is more than just a
celebration; it is a time of unity, thankfulness, and cultural pride. I will never forget it.
