My brother asked me if I like to see the cherry blossoms in the DC Park. Even with the anticipated government shutdown, the Cherry Blossoms Parade was not cancelled.
|Cherry Blossoms in DC|
But I got an appointment in the hospital for my blood works. It was supposed to be the past week but the medical assistant who sent the doctor's order/authorization wrote the wrong address on the envelope. Fortunately, I am one noisy resident in our Zip Code because of previous wrong delivery of my mails. This time, they must have remembered me so that finally it was shoved in our mail box.
I declined to go and just contented myself watching the cherry blossom trees across our street, along the highway going to the hospital and lots and lots of cherry blossom trees in the hospital gardencumlittle park.
Unluckily, I did not bring with me my camera.
In San Francisco, I was clueless why my mother-in-law would invite me to Japantown during cherry blossoms festival wondering why the San Franciscans celebrate the emergence of these pink flowers (others are milky white). Cherry blossoms last only for a week so people take advantage to see them when they are in full bloom. Then they wither and fall on the ground.My MIL and I would watch the parade and dined later on in one of the Japanese retaurants...where else. The celebration is a tradition in Japan that dated back several centuries ago and was brought overseas by the Japanese people.
Yes Virginia, there is a Japantown and a Chinatown in San Francisco . But do not fret, there is a city in the Peninsula which even not officially titled, Adobo City is known to be a place for Filipinos. Ang language doong maririnig mo hindi English. Para bang sasabihin mo sa sarili mo nasa States ba ako? Ang pangalan niya ay Daly City (pronounced like daily not DALE as in nadale mo pare. It was a unique place because it is wrapped around by the fog 24/7. So if you are driving from afar, you will only see the fog, you will not see the place. Parang supernatural. Theory is that Filipinos are simultaneously cooking rice. mwehehe (luma ng joke). May matawa pa kaya.
It is no longer a part of San Francisco but it is the next city after Colma (the place where dead people outnumber the living). It is a cemetery, silly. Across the Bay and also outside San Francisco County, there is a small city . There are also Filipinos there. The name is Hercules. Di ko alam kung malalakas ang mga tao doon.
Sacramento, the capital of California has also a lot of Filipinos. That's where they grow saluyot, talong (for dinengdeng), make red eggs, ferment small shrimps (bagoong) and small fish (bagoong balayan. Ang maririnig mo namang dialect ay Ilocano, Pangasinan at Visayan. On Wednesdays, the Filipino "farmers" bring them to the flea market in the government center of SanFo, the Civic Union.
Saturday, they are in another place where we used to go early morning if not, there would be no available parking.
Vallejo is another popular place for Filipinos. Doon ang magkakamag-anak magkakatabi ang bahay. Kaya pagnagparty ka, isang buong barangay ang lulusob saiyo.
My friend who has a big clan in Vallejo, invited me one time for Christening. The family rented a place and brought the food with them. Other relatives chipped in. Pot luck style. As usual, Filipino time, so alas tres na hindi pa kami nananghalian. Ang daming director. Pero walang nadalang spork and spoon. Kahit plastic. Wala namang mall doon na malapit para makabili. Nang hindi na nakatiis yong kasama kong bisita rin, pinunit niya ang isang styrofoam na pinggan at yon ang ginamit na kutsara. Gaya rin ako. Pag gutom ka, anong demure, demure. Tseh. Problema, walang baso. Sus. So kaniya-kaniyang hablutan ng mga liter bottle ng soda. Yong litson, parang dinaanan ng tsunami. Pati tenga, hindi pinaligtas. Sarap. Masaya.
Mula noon, isinumpa ko na pag may pupuntahan akong kainan, magdadala ako ng baon o kaya sarili kong plastic spoon and spork.