Earlier this morning, I accepted a friend's challenge of taking a stroll at the good ol' Paco park. Everytime I think of Belen Paco, I can't forget My Kitchen by Chef Chris. This is my fifth visit at the cafe and my NTH time in Paco park. I haven't really written anything about my previous stay. I did not have enough courage to write. With the morning sunshine and my torn backpack, we made it to the cafe. It still has the same Rolls-Royce picture or painting. Placido Domingo, Pavarotti and Carerras kept playing like a broken record. Don't get me wrong, it is music to my ears. To my surprise, the bar was open but I chose to have breakfast instead.
I remembered how my grandpa enjoyed a cup of coffee in the secret places of Paco, Manila. I always had a vision of him singing with a merrymaker. Morbid as it seems, I wish that I could have the same breakfast with him. Let alone, to walk once more at Paco park and have him by my side. My grandpa shared a lot of ghost stories within the cemetery, near the solitary confinement of St. Pancratius chapel. God rest his soul.
My grandpa had gossips, trivia and unprecedented events in history: Gomburza priests including their mortal remains at Paco park. He would smack me in the head if I've forgotten that the remains of our national hero, Dr. Jose Rizal was initially kept hidden by the guwardiya sibil for fifteen days in the spooky small park prior to its transfer at the Luneta park.
My morning stroll from Perdigon street ended at the Chinese Hong Giam Taoist Temple and Paco Park in Belen street.
It will always put a smile on my face. Call it nostalgic or a trip down memory lane but it's overwhelming and intense.
This haven transforms into great splendor only if I allow myself and dream of raiding closets with skeleton keys.
"What's The Story Morning Glory" by British rock band Oasis, becomes one and the same in this piece.
I'll always look forward to great mornings in my hometown.
I remembered how my grandpa enjoyed a cup of coffee in the secret places of Paco, Manila. I always had a vision of him singing with a merrymaker. Morbid as it seems, I wish that I could have the same breakfast with him. Let alone, to walk once more at Paco park and have him by my side. My grandpa shared a lot of ghost stories within the cemetery, near the solitary confinement of St. Pancratius chapel. God rest his soul.
My grandpa had gossips, trivia and unprecedented events in history: Gomburza priests including their mortal remains at Paco park. He would smack me in the head if I've forgotten that the remains of our national hero, Dr. Jose Rizal was initially kept hidden by the guwardiya sibil for fifteen days in the spooky small park prior to its transfer at the Luneta park.
My morning stroll from Perdigon street ended at the Chinese Hong Giam Taoist Temple and Paco Park in Belen street.
It will always put a smile on my face. Call it nostalgic or a trip down memory lane but it's overwhelming and intense.
This haven transforms into great splendor only if I allow myself and dream of raiding closets with skeleton keys.
"What's The Story Morning Glory" by British rock band Oasis, becomes one and the same in this piece.
I'll always look forward to great mornings in my hometown.
My Kitchen by Chef Chris. The Oasis. 1032-34 Belen Street Paco, Manila
Tel nos. (632) 5212371 to 75
Tel nos. (632) 5212371 to 75