before my friend and i left for the philippines, she mentioned to me several of the places we would visit, one being batangas city to see an old house (built in 1883) owned by her friend who lives in the acosta-pastor ancestral home, a historical landmark in the philippines.
when she mentioned an old house, i got excited because i was expecting to see something raggedy and abandoned, but surround by beauty. i love abandoned structures, so i was fine with it. i wasn’t, however, expecting what i saw.
a short clip of tony singing with his friend and playing the piano.
i found this on youtube:
my friend’s friend, the one in red, darn i forget her name. she is VERY nice, gracious, kind and gave me a beautiful scarf on our departure.
as we were walking around the house talking about whatever lady acosta and i stopped at a table and chair set. i lowered my butt into one of the chairs and she, as a bit of information said, “that chair came with the house.”
i quickly sprung upward before my butt hit the chair and we both laughed about it. i’m positive she wasn’t saying not to sit there because we sat on the furniture, but just hearing something is so old, i didn’t want my big butt to be the first one to break it.
it turned out to be one of the best days of my life, i felt welcomed by everyone and i will always remember it as being special. it wasn’t until we were deep into our ride back to venezuela that i realized THAT was the old house my friend was referring to. i am so stupid.