As the entourage traveled towards their destination, the bright morning sun was upon them as the familiar narrow highway unfolded before their eyes. The farms and the "bukid" were still there and old women and young boys on their carabaos still traversed the streets. They could still smell burning wood smoke as they passed by the farms. Upon reaching the town of Boac they passed by the familiar houses - of the Sto. Domingo's, the Mangubat's and Tita Nenita's hardware store - they were all still there as if frozen in time. As their vehicle climbed up the hill towards the Boac Cathedral at Mataas na Bayan, the hearts of the native Marinduquenos beat faster as they relived the experienes they had for so many times, walking up the hill to go to church in the morning, looking at the rice fields below through the bamboo trees and greeting friends on their way to church - " magandang umaga po" "kayo po baga'y maigi naman" - good morning, I hope you all are well. The church bells would ring a solemn note urging everyone to hasten for the mass services.
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