+ Follow HERMANOS AND HERMANAS Tag
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[Summary] => When I was a little girl up to the time I was a pre-teener, I would spend my summers in my mother’s hometown of Bongabon, Oriental Mindoro. The first highlight of the summer, during Holy Week, would be the Moriones Festival, which Mindoro probably imbibed from nearby Marinduque Island. We would alternately be scared stiff, amused and entertained by locals (yeah, the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker) putting on masks of Roman centurions that folk art collectors would later buy for a handsome sum.
[DatePublished] => 2006-04-27 00:00:00
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[AuthorName] => Joanne Rae M. Ramirez
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