Every 3rd weekend of February, Muntinlupa celebrates the Sto. Nino Festival. The Church is really near my grandparent's house so every time that it's Fiesta, we go there and watch the bands. Usually you'll see Tiangges and the mini-carnival that they set up there.
I miss waking up to the sound of the drums and to the kwitis that they light when I was little. It's the alarm that would wake me up telling me that the marching bands are coming. I'd wake up and take a bath and then run to the veranda and down to the street to meet up with my friends whenever it's that time of the year.
Another thing that excites me about it is the colorful outfits that the majorettes wear and how they can bear the heat and how they can walk so far for so long. But it has always been my dream to be part of the little girls who would march down the streets of the old Muntinlupa wearing those thigh high boots while swaying the batons to the music that the marching band would make.
Childhood memories would never fail to make me smile.
Photos from that day. :)