Every year, on the eve of Palm Sunday, weavers come from the provinces and stake their spots near churches big and small in Manila. They spend the day weaving and decorating palm fronds to sell on Palm Sunday. Here in the Philippines, it's mostly coconut tree leaves that are used for this purpose (I'm not sure whether the people during Jesus Christ's time used the same kind to welcome his entry into Jerusalem, but what the heck. It's the 21st century and we're nowhere near Jerusalem).
Here's a short clip of a conversation I had yesterday afternoon with two local palm weavers: Nelda Villanueva and her son, Jaymar. They're from the province of Laguna. You can follow the conversation because I translate what's being said. (Well, sometimes. When I remember to.) There's quite a bit of background noise because of traffic. And my camera ran out of space, so the clip ends abruptly.
Give me a pat on the back, will ya, because I went out of the house and *gasp* actually crossed the street. (I'm pretty much of a homebody, in case you didn't know.) And I'm not kidding, even though it's April Fool's Day. Or am I? :-D