Three weeks ago I was informed that Mayang’s Sister from Las Vegas Nevada and her family (Husband and Son) were flying in the next day. Talk about some advanced notice! Then I was told that her Sister Susan and her son Steven were arriving from the Netherlands’ or Holland for short, I felt like Gomer Pile, “Well Surprise, and Surprise!” Golly Gee!
My nephew Carl (from Las Vegas he’s 22) was at my house and I asked how his vacation was going? He gave me the shrug meaning “Oh, its okay” I then asked my nephew Steven (from Holland) the same question (he’s 11) and received pretty much the same answer. My son-in-law Chris was sitting with me and we both looked at each other and I asked if we as a group could visit his family’s farm on Saturday? Then I asked my nephews if they would like to do that, and received a resounding “YES” from them both.
Saturday morning at 09:00 we were already and at 11:00 my daughter Hanna and her husband Chris arrived at my house to take us to the farm right on time. Six people in my mighty Honda and the rest (12 people) in Chris’s Innova and we’re off on our mini adventure. We arrived and parked at the edge of the rice fields and started our 15 minute trek to the main house. We were walking on the berms between the paddies, and crossed 4 very shaky bridges before we arrived at the main house, where the Sanguyo family (numbering in the high 30’s) lead by Chris’s mother, they were out in mass to greet us. Proper salutations were exchanged, my hand was taken up to countless foreheads in blessing, and we were sat down for our first meal. I’ll let the pictures show you the food.
My two visiting nephews were taken to see the piggery, the goats Carabou and cows. Chickens that were free ranging everywhere, and dogs of every description including Britney the wonder dog, who is a black lab that will spent her entire day swimming in the Tilapia pond (I call it Lake Sanguyo).
They were taken (the nephews) next to the rice paddies to learn to plant rice, then in the yard each got to control the gas powered machine that does something (again it’s in the pictures) Both Carl and Steven were enjoying their first visit to the farm.
After paying our respects to the cooking pig that would later be our Lechon meal, we loaded up a flat wagon to the carabao and rode across the paddies to the parking spot. On the way two of my other nephews Brian and JohnPaul, who were on the carabao’s back, slid off into the mud when the beast miss-stepped. BTW, the jokes haven’t ended yet.
Next we were loaded onto farm trucks for a short ride to the river for an afternoon swim. The river was wonderful, so absolutely clean and did I mention frigid? The current was flowing at about 10 MPH, and I would have paid P 1,000 for an old tire tube to just flow down the river on, it’s about a three mile trip. “Business Opportunity Alert” rent out tubes!
Two hours at the river and back to the farm, everyone decided they would walk and let the carabao rest.
The Lechon was almost done, and we chowed down on shell fish, and goat meat while waiting. The Nephews decided a brisk row around lake Sanguyo would be fun, Carl had no trouble, but Steven my little Dutch nephew, tipped over the boat, and tipping is not something Europeans’ are noted for.
So on the way home after stopping in Olongapo for Ice Cream for the many kids, the word came from our visitors that the day on the farm was the best day they had had while visiting, no electronics or TV, just simple outdoor fun, with family and friends. They will both take with them a better understanding of their Pinoy Heritage. Carl, at age 22 looked and said; Tito Paul, I think I want to retire here in the very distant future.” Steven at age 11, told me that the women are very beautiful, and added “Like my mama.”
There are a lot more pictures both on FaceBook and Flickr, under my name go and take a look.
Now for a small bit of information: During the farm trip, as with all family trips, Paul passed on all beverages containing alcohol. There are family days and friend days. I’ll have that beer with my friends!
Disclaimer: I’ll freely admit that one pig and one goat were eaten during the writing of this article, but they did not pass in vain.