I guess I was 6 when I first visited Iloilo and when my mom’s older brother, Tito Domeng, had passed away. At that time we, together with other relatives, stayed in my uncle’s house in Miagao (pronounced as Mi-yag-aw).
I really had fun memories in Iloilo.
My younger brother and I were terribly adventurous, restless kids! I remember visiting the town’s marketplace, swimming all day long in the beach, traversing hilltops and dried-up rivers, and simply playing with other town kids. Twenty years after, I just got back, and I was extremely giddy seeing those familiar places all over again.
It was already our third day in Iloilo, and mom proposed that we go on a road trip and visit the towns at the south. From the city proper, we took a jeep bound to San Joaquin.