A Solo Roadtrip on Valentine's Day

Just like the previous years, I treated Valentine's Day as another ordinary day and date on the calendar. I'm not a Valentine grinch, but knowing that most places will be chaotic and crowded by couples who are out on romantic dates, I opted not to travel to cities like Mandaluyong, Pasig, or Quezon City, where most recreation areas are. Instead, I used the occasion to go on a quick day tour to two different towns in Rizal.


From my hometown in Angono, I travelled first to Morong and immediately headed to St. Jerome Parish. I did not have to wait for Holy Week this year to do the Visita Iglesia. Given that I have a Pilgrim's Passport since last month, and in time for the Jubilee Year, I thought of visiting two churches on Valentine's Day.

It was in 2016, when I first visited St. Jerome Parish. I was still preparing for the Civil Service Exam that time. And while a number of things have changed (such as how the altar of the church looks now), some things still remain, like how picturesque the bell tower is and the funny coincidence that I witnessed another wedding held in that place, much like how a similar ceremony was what I witnessed during my first visit almost 9 years ago.

After a quick lunch at Jollibee, I took another jeepney ride and headed to my intended destination that day, which is Tanay, Rizal.  

It wasn't my first time to visit this town either, as I was here just five months ago when I attended a community involvement activity, and I somewhat memorized this landmark. I arrived at the church around lunch time, but I decided to explore the vicinity first while waiting for the requiem mass to finish. 


I used to fear leaving my neck of the woods to travel to another town or city, as I have this fear of getting lost in an unfamiliar place. But now that I am at the age where I aim to collect as much memories while I can, I realized how roadtrips can be nostalgic, relaxing, and enlightening at some extent. Since hearing my mom's advice that I can survive getting lost as long as I have three weapons (pocket money, knowing how to read, and not being shy to ask for directions), I have come to love exploring places. And up to now, I can't help but smile when people give me that look of disbelief whenever I tell them that despite my disability being visible to the naked eye, I reached their town by just commuting using public transportation.

More than just wanting to be occupied with something for Valentine's Day and getting an additional stamp on my Pilgrim's Passport, visiting towns with old and historical landmarks is truly a wonderful experience. It gave me an instant history lesson. Walking inside churches that have stood for centuries, silent witnesses to events and personalities hundreds of years before my birth, is an unforgettable experience. I was amazed at the sight of structures standing right in front of me when I only knew and read about them in history books. And being engaged in conversations with local residents further made this kind of adventure more rewarding and truly one for the books.







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