May 22 is the feast day of Saint Rita, who is kind of my favorite because she's the advocate for impossible causes. When things are tough, good old Santa Rita keeps me going.
So I dragged Mateo to San Agustin Church in Intramuros, Manila where they celebrate high mass on her feast day. Although he's Jewish, I thought his half-Catholic side would enjoy it. There were roses, candles, a brass band, and a nice breeze outside the church.
Again, children everywhere. This time with candles for the parade. Photo by Mateo Guez.
Here she comes. They parade her around town once a year.
Mateo getting into the spirit of things.
A nice evening in Intramuros.
And even if the movie itself is almost, almost, almost done, this war is far from over.