Many times have I been too far away from my hometown Maasin for a very long period of time and the memory of my beloved place always haunted me during those moments. Maasin, like Cagayan de Oro City (the place where I spent most of my childhood years), holds a very special spot in my heart, maybe because a lot of precious memories have I created in the said place. Life in Maasin is very simple and yet the things that I, or we Maasinanons (that's what we call ourselves), often do and see here are the things we really miss the most whenever we get too far away from our dear hometown. Things like...
Jogging in the morning and strolling in the afternoon around the plaza....
The statues of Andres Bonifacio and the soldier at the center of the poblacion...
Swimming in the muddy river...
The Town Fiesta...
The Tultugan Festival...
Taking a bath using the "bomba" or the hand water pump...
The noisy bustling during market day every Monday...
The shits of dogs that often greet you when walking along the narrow streets early in the morning...
The bamboos...
The carabaos...
Our family roots...
The flood during typhoons...
The fountain with the bust of a fish that only spills water from its mouth during special occasions (like fiesta, Christmas, New Year)...
Riding "trisikads"...
Drunkard neighbors...
Blue Fields...
Eating batchoy and pizza at Janken...
Squating at the sidewalk at night underneath the lampost, texting...
The "kadyos" and "monggo" dishes...
Going to the congested cemetary during All Souls Day...
Diving in the dam...
An of course, our dear friends, classmates, barkadas, and other acquaintances...
I know that there might be a possibility in the future that I will be once again taken away from my hometown because we never know what fate has instore for us, but I know that I will always come back from time to time to Maasin for the place has become a part of person, a part of my identity.
The Statue of Andres Bonifacio at the Poblacion Plaza and the Municipal Hall
Jogging in the morning and strolling in the afternoon around the plaza....
The statues of Andres Bonifacio and the soldier at the center of the poblacion...
Swimming in the muddy river...
The Town Fiesta...
The Tultugan Festival...
Taking a bath using the "bomba" or the hand water pump...
The noisy bustling during market day every Monday...
The shits of dogs that often greet you when walking along the narrow streets early in the morning...
The bamboos...
The carabaos...
Our family roots...
The flood during typhoons...
The fountain with the bust of a fish that only spills water from its mouth during special occasions (like fiesta, Christmas, New Year)...
Riding "trisikads"...
Drunkard neighbors...
Blue Fields...
Eating batchoy and pizza at Janken...
Squating at the sidewalk at night underneath the lampost, texting...
The "kadyos" and "monggo" dishes...
Going to the congested cemetary during All Souls Day...
Diving in the dam...
An of course, our dear friends, classmates, barkadas, and other acquaintances...
I know that there might be a possibility in the future that I will be once again taken away from my hometown because we never know what fate has instore for us, but I know that I will always come back from time to time to Maasin for the place has become a part of person, a part of my identity.
The Statue of Andres Bonifacio at the Poblacion Plaza and the Municipal Hall
The fountain with the fish bust
The Poblacion Public Market
One of the narrow streets of Maasin
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