Bacolod City Cathedral
I grew up in a Spanish influenced city; Pan de Sal, Sorbete, and Fiestas are part of my life that no one can take away from me. Our city is small and what I reminisce of it are vivid colorful memories of me and my small bothers taken to the Plaza.
The Plaza is a very important place of gathering where my father used to play chess and my grandfather spends his afternoon debating about religion and politics. Our plaza, like the French carrefour, is a practical square where everybody had to drive through around a square traffic defying the British rotunda. Every Sunday, our mother would bring us to the Plaza to enjoy looking at people playing, sitting on the grass, eating our cotton candies, and sometimes to get a family photo taken by a photographer.
Speaking about religion, the Plaza is also in front of the famous Spanish Era Cathedral. This Cathedral is part of the populace’s spiritual life, that everyday from sunrise to sunset people would come and pray to get connected to God. The Cathedral is located and situated higher than any other buildings around the city, as it was back in the days, so that the priest and spiritual leaders of the city could see everything from their higher position.
I miss this small city. The Plaza where we played, the Cathedral that watched over us.