It’s impossible not to comment on the Filipino’s undying love of all things music. Karaoke is the national pastime and you’d be hard-pressed not to pass a kitchen, guestroom window, or front porch without hearing someone unabashedly singing, humming or whistling a tune. Man, woman or child, it’s all the same. They love music.
While enjoying yet another mango shake in our gorgeous beach-front (almost an overstatement as it’s on stilts over the water) pensions’ restaurant bar, this song came on the speakers. While super simple, it brought smiles to our face and we thought you might enjoy.
…partly because of a song that just played on my ipod, partly because of some damn roosters that just won’t give it up, and partly because of the effects of my first true dance with the local Filipino rum last night, Tanduay. I see Cat and Erin singing and dancing–well, singing might be an exaggeration–more like screaming with all of their might at the top of their lungs. The dancing was frantic yet fluid. They hugged, swayed, almost stumbled, belted out the chorus, and both laughed hysterically because each knew the words. The song jammed us from Steve’s penthouse once again into the streets of Sayulita but it never left the girls’ minds. With the help of a bit of Sol, and maybe a few glasses of famous fruit smoothie, the chorus soon carried onto Las Gaviotas and the night became ours.