Part of the requirements in fourth year curriculum is joining an event like exposure-immersion program for Christian Living Education. My older daughter, being a senior student, joined the said program yesterday together with her classmates, teachers and other school staff. Without any hesitation she joined the trip, because for her, its another trip in a different place and a different experience again in her life. They went to rural areas in Bamban Tarlac. The said program’s objective is to raise students’ consciousness in the reality of social problems, reach out to others who are in need and commit to a particular way in carrying out social responsibility. Part of the program is a community service and joining with chosen families and live with the Aetas the whole day.
Okey, this is not actually my another post in my food blog because the above paragraph is just a segue of my buko post. My daughter came home last night with two young coconut “buko” as pasalubong. It was unusual because she is not the kind of person who will bring such kind considering the difficulties of bringing these fruit going home. That signifies that she truly appreciated what the community gave back in return.
Her experience like going up in the hill, picking guavas from the tree and spending the whole day with their chosen Aeta family was kind of different. She also helped washing the dishes, sweeping the yard and everything like she’s an adopted daughter for a day.
And here is the main story.
The photos below correlate the above. (I don’t know if it really rhymes smoothly with my post. 🙂
I couldn’t imagine my daughter carrying these two coconut home. She did not advise me or call home to pick her up at the school. I didn’t know she was carrying these heavy coconut all the way from Tarlac.
By its appearance, you could tell how hard I went through opening a buko using only a small knife in the kitchen.
I added, milk, sugar and crushed ice and voila…! the product of all the hardship, fresh buko shake all the way from uphill in Tarlac.
I could only imagine again her story and her uphill climb experience picking up fruits from the tree in mountainous rural area in Tarlac. I could tell that she enjoyed her experience albeit hard. She has no camera and even though she has a cellphone with camera, she said that it’s not appropriate to open it and take photos of respected families she joined with.