Relishing the Antiquities

Rizal's foot steps.

Hello again, Luneta! The flag pole by the way is the tallest in the country and the money spent reconstructing it after a pole somewhere in Subic (I think) bypassed it height, would have been used for some other meaningful purposes.

I did not appreciate the show that because some tour guide ruined the moment for us (I am not going to exaggerate on this but I wish I could cut his hair short for revenge's sake).

On our last day of the fieldtrip and possibly the most packed with people. We went to the Aguinaldo Shrine (now, this doesn't have anything to do with Rizal, isn't it?) only to find out during our way there that there are more than 20 busses scheduled to tour the place. Luckily, we were the first bus from our tour to arrive. There were already many people by that time and the number blew out of proportions before we left. There were just so many people lining up outside the Aguinaldo Shrine, waiting to have a glimpse of the house of the country’s first president.

The house was majestic. It was something considered big and spacious in today’s generation. You can call it a mansion, fit for rich people. Considering the times, I just can imagine how rich the Aguinaldo family was in the old times. Their house would probably be something in the level of a palace during those times. I was more amazed when we were told that it was designed by Emilio Aguinaldo himself, without any architectural backgrounds and that it was built through the bayanihan of the people of Cavite.  I just couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw that they had their own bowling alley, which made me think that they are really that rich.

The declaration of independence and the flag was first waved in the balcony of this house. I was told that it was actually just from the window, since the house had no balcony during that time.

The house contained some secret tunnels and we only saw a few. We only toured the two floors and the experience would have been complete had we seen the entire 7 or 6.5 storeys of the house. Our teacher was lucky enough to tour the entire house. She made us wait for I can't remember how long, even when we were instructed to only stay for just 15 minutes. Talk about not being pasaway, eh? Then she had the guts to show some air and brag about her experience (Oh common, just shut up!). And she was mad for us for enjoying the movie in the bus, and whose fault was it that we were enjoying a movie while someone was playing the VIP trick?