I spent Maundy Thursday and Good Friday in this island in Bulacan. My good friend, Ate Cindy (and her big family of uncles and aunts, cousins, nieces and nephews) graciously and generously accommodated me for two days where we did nothing but eat, eat and eat some more. I'm not an inch related to them (by blood) but I felt so at home, relaxed and very much welcomed. Since the first time I set foot in Babatnin, I've been amazed at the simple ways of the people who call this island their home. Almost everyone grew up with and knew each other. Ate Cindy's family truly lives up to a wonderful Filipino value - close family ties. I have always admired their closeness and their relentless efforts not only to be there for each other in times of celebration but more so in times of need.
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