Pilar, Capiz is my mother's hometown. When we were kids, we used to visit this little town off the coast of Capiz and spend the holidays there together with my cousins and other relatives. Back then, when everybody else had cable TV, the only channel they had was Channel 2, When everybody else had internet, they had party-line phones, when everybody had electricity, several houses are still using lamps and candles.
Revisiting my grandmother's house brought back a surge of memories: the streets where we used to play "Ins" (patintero in tagalog), hide and seek, and Langit Lupa. Nothing much has changed. They have caught up with technology, but they are still far behind. The vast shoreline where we used to gather small shells has now been turned into a fishport. The people. Oh what can I say about the people? Still the same, heartwarming and hospitable, innocent, and oblivious to the world's problems.
Pilar may be a small town, but it has a big space in my heart. It's one of those places where I really feel so secure, as if my own littles world is protected from the harsh truths that the real world is constantly slapping me in the face. If I do have kids and grandkids someday, I would want them to experience the beauty and innocence of this place. It is definitely a treasure.
Lola's house in Pilar.
The (only) catholic Church in Pilar, Capiz
The streets where we used to play at. This used to be all mud and dust and dirt.
The beach in front of Lola's house -- Low Tide and gorgeous sunset
One of the popular twin caves that mark entry to the town of Pilar
One of the popular twin caves that mark entry to the town of Pilar
The fishport, built recently.
Pilar, Capiz market
Three musketeers in the sunset
Playground at the park in Pilar, Capiz
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