My alarm had gone off. It’s 4:30AM. Anticipating what lay ahead made for a fitful
sleep. Splashing cold water on my face gave me the jump start I needed. Quickly, I got myself dressed. I tossed my
camera and phone into my bag and headed down to the kitchen.
In less than 30 minutes, I was ready with my assignment: the
group’s light breakfast and more. Two
mini coolers filled with solo bottles of frozen ice tea and bottles of cold
water; two packs of chilled jello treats; a dozen each of ensaymadas and warm
empanadas; mint candies and packs of wet wipes.
Nine pilgrims. One destination: The Divine Mercy Shrine in
Marilao, Bulacan.
