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Friday, September 11, 2026
Blinded by Self
Thursday, September 10, 2026
MY FABULOUS ITALIAN WEDDING
Our wedding ceremony was held at the Basilica della Santa Casa in Loreto, Italy on that warm and bright Saturday morning of September 13, 1969. I was so overwhelmed by the guests and the crowds who were present that I could hardly believe that I made my wildest dream ever come true. In retrospect, I could even hardly find the most appropriate superlatives on how to describe my general feeling and state of mind during the ceremony. From my modest and humble beginning, I had the very sentiment so intensely magical that I was living every moment of it like in a dream. It was only during the exchange of vows and the rings that I had woken up and realized it was for real.
I am so grateful to my parents-in-law that they planned and arranged everything to make the event a very successful and a fabulous wedding. Regardless that the distance was quite a long drive from their place, I requested them specially to have the wedding ceremony take place in Loreto, because it was the church in Bustillos that I often pass by or attend mass every time I go to school and the university. I thanked my friend Alex who sent me the barong shirt that I wore during the reception at the restaurant, thus enhancing my native look.
The event was attended by almost all of my wife's family, relatives and friends. On the other hand, if it were not for the two Filipina friends from the Philippine Mission in Geneva who came, I would have been the only Filipino present.
Divine Love for the Unlovable
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Wednesday, September 09, 2026
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Tuesday, September 08, 2026
HOW I MET MY WIFE? Part 3
The week before I started to work in an American company in France near the Swiss boundary of Geneva, I decided to book a ticket on an overnight train to go visit my girlfriend's place in Macerata and to meet her family and folks. It was the first time I travelled in a sleeper train in the company of total strangers who came from the south of Italy. When it was time to go to sleep, the train steward came to make our beds and to collect our ID cards or passports. At first, I was too hesitant to hand him my passport because I was afraid I might not get it back. However, he reassured me that it was for the usual boundary control and he'd return it after we had crossed the border the next morning.
Finally I arrived at my destination before 12:00 noon and was met very excitedly by my girlfriend. She was accompanied by her younger sister and her boyfriend who drove us in a small Fiat car through the winding green hilly national roads lined up with wheat and corn fields and fruit trees all the way up to the top of the mountain where the old city of Macerata lies. I later observed that many cities in the region are located on the same altitude.
When I arrived at her parents' house, I was greeted warmly and with open arms by her mother and with a big hug, while her father, a strong handshake. Her mother told us that the lunch would be ready in an hour's time and let me take a short rest on the terrace after my long and tiring trip.
When the table was ready, I didn't expect that we had a big party composed of her sisters and brothers with their family. The lunch was sumptuous and rich. I never had such delicious spaghetti with thick tomato sauce combined with roasted chicken and quayle together with leafy green salads, and fried potatoes. Her father served his own home-made verdicchio white wine from his vineyard. Although I'm not an avid wine drinker, I found it more delicate to my taste than the ones I had drank.
During the rest of my stay, her father drove us to visit Assisi, Loreto and Cascia. He showed us his ancestral home and vineyard in Rosora. On my last day, we spent an afternoon on a beach in Porto Sant'elpidio along the Adriatic coast. To be continued.
The Dawn of Salvation
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Monday, September 07, 2026
Seeing is Believing?
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HOW I MET MY WIFE? Part 2
As soon as I arrived in front of the university to attend the general assembly of the foreign students, I spotted immediately the girl from San Marino who was chatting with somebody. I went directly toward her and she invited me to join her. Spontaneously, she introduced me to her friend whom she mentioned to me about during our first conversation.
The very moment we faced each other and looked straight in the eyes, I suddenly perceived a strong affinity and liking for her because I found her reserved and unpretentious. Surprisingly, I felt a strong current the moment she shook my hand so warm and gently as to make my limbs somewhat weak causing me to stammer unnoticeably as I quickly regained my voice to continue our conversation normally. In the meantime, however, the girl from San Marino excused herself to meet and talk to other students and left us discreetly.
She told me she came from the Marche region and was still pursuing her studies and preparing her thesis in language and literature contemporaneously at the universities in Macerata and Pescara. She was engaged as an assistant professor in an exchange program to teach Italian.
Sunday, September 06, 2026
The Joy of Reconciliation
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Saturday, September 05, 2026
How I met my wife?
When I was growing up I was too young to know what love meant between adults that would culminate in a marriage. I was 10 years old when I became very fond and attracted to watch white people whom I saw frequently on foreign-produced films. That was the time when I ever dreamed of meeting a white girl to marry and to have children.
However, taking into account my poor and unstable state of financial situation in my early 20s, such a wish of meeting white girls locally was highly impossible because all of them or even the half-breeds were either promised or reserved to the rich or good-looking men who had power and influence. Therefore, it's highly likely that such a girl, if ever there was one available who would ever take fancy on me at all, would unlikely concede to go with me out on a date either to a movie house or to the park alone in a local transport.
After high school, I studied in a vocational school to learn a trade that would help find an office job to enable me to earn a living and experience. After a couple of years of working hard on a very low salary, I decided to enroll at the university so that I could get a degree that would qualify me to obtain an all-expense-paid scholarship grant abroad. During that time, I had a choice between the U.S. and Europe. However, the U.S. offered only the scholarship grant but the plane ticket was at your own expense. On the contrary, France, which was the only available country, offered all benefits that I won, fortunately.
On my first days in France regardless of fatigue and jet lag from a long flight, I immediately spent all my time visiting and admiring all the iconic spots that I saw and read on the travel magazines and brochures I collected when I was young, like the Eiffel tower, the Seine river, the Notre Dame, the Louvre museum, and Montmartre.
I was too happy and thrilled to be enrolled officially at the University of Lille in the first week of November 1967 and to be able to meet and talk to my classmates who came from different countries of Europe, North and South America for the first time.
The first person I talked to in Italian was a girl from San Marino. However, she introduced me to someone from Italy. To be continued.
Confronting Opposition
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