I thought before that Osmeña Peak was really in Dalaguete. It turned out that it's located in Badian, but to get there, one needs to stop at Mantalongon to ride a motorcycle going to the peak. But anyway, I digress.
More buntings ahead! As with all the other towns we visited, there's always a park just in front of the church. It seems like the usual thing in most towns. Just right outside the park was the eatery fronting another baywalk. I can already see the pattern. If you've followed my SouthWalk series, you know that there's always a church, a park, and a baywalk.
Interesting, isn't it?
It's probably not odd that right after the wedding in the church, a funeral mass/ceremony was also next in line. I've seen this happen before. The wedding entourage we saw left and it was followed by a drum corp with the performers dressed in purple.
They played what to me was a sad piece that somehow complemented the gloomy afternoon. For a few minutes that we were there, the mood of the place changed.
I am trying so hard to think of the perfect life metaphor for the turn of events but it's 3:18 AM as I'm writing this and I just can't think of any.
Is that the metaphor? Perhaps.