Religion has always been complicated to grasp, or we were probably just taught to memorize too many prayers.
Right now we can hardly remember any of those from 10 years at Catholic school, but we’d like to think we’ve kept the essentials.
It is Holy Week in the Philippines. It’s mostly church services, afternoon processions, and days on the beach with family. It presumably gets louder as Maundy Thursday gives way to Easter Sunday, and then it’s back to the grind, in the middle of the scorching summer heat. These are quiet moments in between, from our little corner of the universe.
Words, photos by Nikka