On hot summer days, I miss Washington. Particularly, I miss the year round colorful 20 peso halo halo
Washington Street in Makati, that is.
I lived in Wash for most of my single working girl life. I rented an apartment with my Kalayaan college dormates. Aside from living with my best friends, I love how everything is accessible from Washington. Pedicure? Hot Oil for 99 pesos? Seamstress? Palengke? Every immediate need is at most two blocks away. If we wanted the more posh offerings of Makati like Greenbelt and Makati Med, we just needed to ride a jeepney. I miss the colorful banderitas and pink and green chicks whenever it was the feast of Don Bosco. Have you ever watched a senakulo? We have that in Wash every Holy Week. And who can forget staying up late because it was so noisy outside? Thanks to the annual Miss Washington beauty contest. But what I truly miss is the abundance of carinderias.
After our wedding, Franco and I rented an eensy weensy studio type apartment. We were so excited to be back even if it was just for lunch. Aki did not share the excitement at first because he just woke up.
Aki was conceived in one of the units in the white building with a black car.
There are a lot of carienderias in Wash but our favorite is Coby’s. To my housemates, Franco and me, we call it Chavacano because the staff are from Zamboanga and speak the dialect.
We had our usuals.
Giniling with Egg (my favorite!), Barbecue, Maling, Longganiza, and Inihaw. Continue reading “Aki Goes to Washington”