We arrived at my Lola’s compound late afternoon and there again my maternal cousins were waiting for us. It seems we were the last family to arrive, ay di pala it’s Tita Pearl and Joyce.
It was another day of partying and drinking of course! Pardon me today, but I still have that hang over thing, let the photos speak. Take a sneak peek!
My cousin Irish trying to be a karakol dancer, she prays for a faithful boylet…lol!
Us, while watching the long stretch of karakol dancers. They're good, really good.
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