Day C

Manila New Years Eve

     The next evening, true to his word Martin sent a car for us. His was an elegant, sturdy, old house done in Spanish architecture, and décor. It really looked ancient. The minute we arrived we were treated like family. The custom is to eat, drink, and chat. We were escorted to a long table, and sat with his family. Waiters kept bringing over a tremendous display of soups, salads, meats, and desserts. There was wine, rum, and a couple of ice buckets full of San Miguel beer on the table. We ate and drank until we were full. Both Kunt and I unfastened the top button on our fly, and loosened our belts.

     "Bwa, Ima blow up, man!" Kunt chortled as he lit up.
 

      After dinner we followed the family to another room, to enjoy some brandy, and what ever drink we chose. There was a little entertainment that included musicians playing both Spanish and Filipino classics. There was also a little dancing, again. This went on till the magic hour, when there was all the hugging, and kissing a family does on New Years Eve. His cousin was a delightful young lady, and we promised to visit  again. I believe he wanted us to see the other side of Filipino life, away from Angeles city, and to know real Filipino people. It was a really great loving experience, and taught both of us a lot about Filipinos.

     Life is funny, and time really flies. On the way back we laughed, and killed our bottle of scotch. Neither one us had ever to been to such a New Years Eve event.

     “Man, I’m sorry I ever doubted ya, bro! I owe ya, I’ll never forget diz fo as long as I live man.”

     “Me neida man, I never expected that eida. I thought we would run into Chino, and some of the guys. But man, that was da bestest thing ever, dude. I’ll never forget it.”