Before I started writing this entry, I went over the pictures during the trip. I remembered that I have not found time to upload it in our e-group or even in my blog. For the delay, I would like to apologize. Reviewing the photos makes me smile and it will be rude if I wouldn’t share it with the class. These are proofs that graduate school can be fun contrary to the oh-so-serious stereotype setting that was planted in my brain when I was an undergraduate student. Well I guess it depends on the facilitator of the class. =)
Going back, the ups and the downs of the planning and preparation for the field trip vanished the moment we started arriving one after the other on early morning of 13 September. All were high in spirit, eager beavers, and enjoying a day a way from the pressures of work. I, personally felt like a little kid set out for my first field trip. Right on, our mouth watered for the delicacies we’ll be partaking for lunch, the perfect rambutans, the sweetest lanzones, the famous chocolate cake love potion (wink!), and much more food to our hearts’ content.
I think more than what I have learned from the UP Open University, more than the chatter in the vans as we went our way to Laguna and back, more than the delicious food, what I cherished the most was the photo ops. It’s not because I love posing for the camera (ahem) but because pictures can’t lie. The moments captured in every click of the shutter are the exact manifestation of the moods of the people being photographed. Candid photos even more are ‘pure moments’. Again, why the photo ops? I felt the bonding – I saw it, I lived it (even for just a single day). No one was estranged; the smile was plastered on our faces. The objective was met. =)
One final point of my reflection is reserved on the “suso” and Pook Bathala and their correlation to my life. I didn’t try it, didn’t taste it, and didn’t touch it. It was not really new to me, I saw my late Nanay gobble it like caviar (inappropriate comparison, I know). I missed her when I saw the suso dish, she loved eating this kind of food. I missed her all the more when we got to Pook Bathala. I knew somewhere beneath the clouds, among the fresh air and trees, in the ascending road, there was her permission for me to be where I was that day – same date when she bid me good bye to be part of a destined field trip on her own and never to return again to show me some pictures.