A strategic plan.
This was what my companion and I put into action in our maiden hunting spree late morning of November 9.
“Lend me your ears” for my narrative.
Amidst the intermittent rains last Thursday, we followed Jean‘s instructions as we looked for Aldana Avenue. Big thanks to Google, we found out that this is the best place where we would have a high chance of achieving a victorious quest. Dilly-dallying has never been mulled over as we immediately spotted our preys. But first, we had to conceal and arm ourselves.
Dropping by St. Joseph Parish Church where the Las Piñas Bamboo Organ is housed, we asked for heavenly mediation. In any new adventure that we would hurdle, we always rely on its power.
With adrenalized steps, we left the church compound. We were oblivious of the rainfall even if we both became a little wet due to the lone shield that we brought with us. Reaching our target was of foremost importance than our well-being. Irrationality surprisingly vanquished us just to realize our pursuit.
Sans a compass and a telescope, my invisible communication system led us to our hunting arena.
Tsararan, tsararan, tsararaaaaaaannnnn!
A mishmash of Christmas lanterns welcomed us in this chosen hunting ground!
I silently whispered “kudos” to my sixth sense for directing us to this zone where our search for our family’s first capiz lanterns would end.
Not that quick though! The hunter cum safety officer who I was with had to thoroughly inspect it before approving our Pick #1.