Several weeks ago I chanced upon two elderly men having coffee. Nothing unusual about that, except for the fact that they were conversing in Spanish.
For the unenlightened, the Philippines was under Spanish rule for approximately 300 years, and so many of the old ones (or those who belong to the old upper-crust families, the ilustrados, so to speak, maintain fluency in the language). Sure, everyday speech used by everyone is peppered with Spanish words. But still, hearing those two elderly gentlemen converse in Spanish was so endearingly quaint. It was like brushing unexpectedly and pleasantly against remnants of a bygone era -- an almost dusty era of old-world class and courtesy.
Which leads me to the topic of dust: as in, this blog will be gathering dust for a few days because other pressing issues beckon. But I will visit your blogs as much as I can (you know I'm addicted to you guys).
I'm leaving you with a Spanish song (though it is in no way quaint or gentlemanly). I like it, so sue me. [And kaong dude, maybe you'll get what this means, haha!]