We had to, technically, because here in the Philippines, we have this plate number system that keeps certain vehicles off the streets on the busy hours of a particular day of the week. For us, that day is a Friday, and the only time we can take the car out is before 7 am, after 7 pm, and between 10 am and 3 pm. Fair enough, but not when the Skyway extension is being constructed.
True enough, we were caught in traffic just before 7 am so we exited in Filinvest Alabang, a place we hardly ever go to, so looking for a place to hang out and wait for 10 am was stressful when time is of the essence. We were hungry and sleep-deprived, and to realize we're burning a lot of gas and money just to avoid being ticketed is just awful.
Just when we were becoming a bit desperate, we were led to this church called St Jerome Emiliani. It's quaint and pretty, and soon after we were both calm after saying a little prayer. We had to relieve ourselves badly, and were more than happy to use the clean, well-appointed toilets the church had. Talk about a complete ambush stress relief!
We decided to leave the car near the church and walk to find a place to eat. To our delight, there's a Max's a few steps away that was open for breakfast. What luck! :D
The breakfast menu was modest, but everything looked so filling, and in reality they're delicious. This tinapang bangus (smoked milkfish) meal lasted me well until merienda time.
This platter of longganizas (native sausages) is heaven for longganiza lovers like Noy. He only wished they had labels so he'd know where each sausage came from. Breakfast meals are served with a cup of freshly brewed coffee and are priced at php150+ each. It's pricey for everyday breakfast but amazingly convenient in a situation such as ours.
We explored the nearby supermarket and discovered Empanada Mas. Their empanadas are not your usual tuna, ham or chicken. They've got stuff like spinach with cream cheese, chorizo, chives, and chocolate. It's wonderful, finding these little yummy treasures inside the simple-looking crust. It stirs excitement and lives up to it. Each empanada was simply divine.
Later that day, we headed back to the CCP for more cinemalaya treats, since last week was so bitin. Little did we know that waiting for a cab in our area is a horrible experience. So we took the MRT to Taft, and took a cab from there. But before that happened, Noy elbow-wrestled with a teenager who insisted he flagged down the cab for us and asked for money. My husband isn't one who tolerates this, so the teenager ran away after closing the door so forcefully the driver got really pissed. Noy, too.
Turns out we're an hour late for the movie. My knees just turned jelly. What a disappointment.
Noy took this when he was in line to buy tickets for the next day's showing.
My husband had never been in an orange jeep before (the ones that ply the taft to ccp route) and is fascinated by them (not that they're special or anything; they're just...orange) so he insisted we take it to go back to Taft. The waiting took another 30 minutes or so, but it was worth it since we got the front seats -
- and look at Noy's giddy face! He's thrilled. He was like a child on a carnival ride or something. That made me happy, seeing him happy. That took all the tiredness away.
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