I was three when I started traveling with my mother. What stood out most from those memories were the images and sounds of travel—the rumble of buses, the smell of exhaust mixed with the mustiness of dried sweat, the shouts of conductors calling out the stops, the shrill calls of vendors with their wares of boiled eggs and peanuts, and of course, the food.
For most Filipinos, Dr. Jose Rizal is not only the Philippines’ national hero, he is also a medical doctor, a novelist, a poet, a linguist, a revolutionary, and a martyr. However, for a group of people in the mystical mountain of Banahaw, Rizal is not only all of these things, he is a divine being as well.