The 10:30am mass here at Holy Cross is managed by the youth. There's even a section in the church where all the little tykes are gathered where their homily is delivered by someone else, in the form of story telling. That's where my flatmates were seated and I didn't really see what went on there. I was in the main church with everyone else, hearing mass as any catholic person does. Nothing different except maybe the songs orr the melodies.
Arnie and her daughter seem to have caught the flu already since I've been hearing coughing and sneezing here at home. We headed home afterwards to pick up the food. We were going to the flea market, then have lunch at the park.
There's a flea market every Sunday, until 2pm at Avondale Race Track. This is where we got our veggies and fruits. Most shoppers were Asian-- Chinese, Korean, Indian and Pinoy. According to Arnie, prices go lower as the market closes, up to a 50% difference compared with the usual Asian or Fresh fruits store. The place looked almost like the regular street stalls in Quiapo or Baclaran. Nothing special really and definitely not comparable to the posh weekend markets in Salcedo and Legaspi. It has been chilly since after mass, so my flatmates decided to skip lunch at the park and just go home instead.
Tofu with oyster sauce, tausi and green peas were quite filling with some pork sisig (no innards) and rice. Though it was late lunch, it was definitely worth the wait. Then 30minutes later, it started to rain.
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