If there’s one word to describe how my September was, I’d stay â€˜dramatic’. Might as well spend some lonesome nights in a historical place like Calle Crisologo in Vigan, right?
I’ve heard a number of testaments regarding the haunted houses and hotels within Ilocandia. It is no longer a big surprise on my part. I used to listen to stories by friends and relatives about their first-hand experience of ghost and other uninvited companions during their trips. I never imagined pursuing a trip to Vigan by myself. My imagination can be very wild to the point that I can scare myself with the stories I made up in my mind.
I stayed in an old but charming hotel. I feel like I am staying in an ancestral house. I should’ve bought my own Filipiniana dress to make the whole experience more memorable.
I asked the staff of the hotel if it is safe to walk within the street of Calle Crisologo at night alone. He reassured my safety. I went out at around 9PM and it felt like I am walking in the middle of the street at midnight since the locals and tourists are either partying or resting somewhere.
I imagine the Spanish era. What if I meet a Maria Clara-like lady tonight? Will she judge me for wearing a sleeveless top and scold me for dressing inappropriately or would we exchange fashion tips?Â Gabriela Silang, are you here? What if I see Antonio Luna? I wonder if I have enough courage to ask him what pushed him to do what he have done to his family. What if Leona Florentino asks me to dine in the resto named after her? I bet we will have an interesting night exchanging stories about her life and poetry. How does it feel like to date a hero? Will he choose me over his love for the country, or will the union end up like a tragic battle?
^ Listen to Mike Francis’ version of ‘Don’t Let Me Be Lonely Tonight’
Time’s Up! I realized that my imaginary companions are not with me. I am alone in this Calle and none of the locals know me anywayâ€¦ well, except for Edmar but he is on duty. Sometimes, we need space. We need to be away from people that we are familiar with in order to think, breathe and figure out on how to start over again. I hate the feeling of being rejected in real life so I’d rather spend the rest of the night with personalities who exists in my imagination. It is better to just let it all out and later on, you yourself can figure out on what you should really do once you go back to the world called reality.
Calle Crisologo, you are a nice backdrop for a bittersweet film. Thanks for the trip down to memory lane. I am hoping to go back with hero to fight the feeling of being lonely.