Saturday, March 10, 2007

THE JESUITS IN CEBU



I grew up in the city of Cebu, in Southern Philippines, whose claim to historical fame was that the Portuguese navigator Ferdinand Magellan was killed by Lapulapu in nearby Mactan Island. This happened in 1521, and for the next 333 years, Spain controlled the Philippine archipelago. During the turn of the century the Americans took over as the colonists of the Philippine archipelago. During World War II, the Japanese controlled the country, but somehow despite the assortment of influences, there remained a quaint Spanish colonial flavor in the place. It was something I took for granted while growing up, and only became more interested in where this Spanish flavor came from as a grown woman after my mother and most of her generation had passed on. I’ve had to turn to history books to make the connections between the past and the present.

One of the things I learned was that the Jesuits had a long and rich history in Cebu. I had known that the Jesuits had founded the Ateneo in the 1800s because the Philippine National hero Jose Rizal attended that school. But I was pleasantly surprised to learn that the Jesuits had been in Cebu as early as 1595.

It was the Jesuit superior, Antonio Sedeno himself who founded a house in Cebu. Sedeno was a veteran missionary of 46. Like St. Ignatius, he had been in the military when he was young. He had gone to England as a page of the Duke of Feria when Mary Tudor was queen. On March 13, 1568, he sailed for Florida with a group of Jesuits headed by Juan Bautista de Segura. In 1572, Sedeno was the first Jesuit sent to Mexico, and it was while he was acting Rector of the college there that he was informed he was chosen as superior of the first Philippine Mission. Traveling with three companions, he sailed from Acapulco on the galleon San Martin on March 29, and arrived Manila in July. There Sedeno and his company learned Tagalog. After much hem and hawing as to whether the Manila Jesuits would head the entire Far East or the Philippines, and as to what type of work they would actually do there, the King of Spain sent an order for the Jesuits to establish a Jesuit College where they would teach not only Spanish boys but also mestizos and sons of the ruling class.

Cebu, the site of the first Spanish settlement was not forgotten, and by June 30, 1595 Sedeno himself headed a small group composed of Alonso de Humanes, Mateo Sanchez and a lay brother to Cebu for the purpose of founding a Jesuit house there. The people received them warmly and promptly donated 500 pesos to them, which they used to buy a house near the beach. The city corporation donated adjacent land adjacent for a yard and garden. The trip to Cebu had been on an uncovered sailboat, exposing the Jesuit passengers to the stormy weather for three weeks. Father Sedeno became ill and passed away in Cebu on September 2, 1595. They buried him in the domestic chapel on the ground floor of their first house, but three years later, Father Pedro Chirino transferred Sedeno’s remains to the new Jesuit church.

The Jesuits went on and founded a free primary school that taught Spanish, Visayan, and Chinese students Catholic doctrine, reading, writing, arithmetic, and deportment. Grammar was added upon the Since 1596, the Jesuits had been administering a free primary school teaching Spanish,Visayan, and Chinese students Christian doctrine, reading, writing, arthimetic, and deportment, grammar.

In 1599 the Chinese Christians built a Catholic church in the wealthy Parian district and the church was said to have been decorated with gold and silver. The Bishop of Cebu ordered the Jesuits to administer this church, which they did for a while. This was the Parian Parish church that stood at the intersections of Mabini, Espana, and Zulueta. The Jesuit convent was across the street on Mabini and Zulueta.

When I was small, my mother used to visit the Parian District of Cebu to shop from an old woman who sold chocolate tablets. I used to accompany her and sitting in our car, I used to peer out at the rundown buildings in that area. After World War II, like many other residents, my family moved inland, in the more popular residential areaa of Cebu, away from the crowded and commercial downtown section. The Parian district ceased being fashionable. But when my mother was young, the Parian had been a fashionable place where the rich and powerful people of Cebu lived. My mother and her family had lived in Colon Street, known as the oldest street in the Philippines.

The shop where my mother bought the chocolate tablets was located at the end of Colon on Mabini Street – yes, the same Mabini Street where the Jesuit convent had sat. Now the Jesuit house is a warehouse, but there are vestiges of the old convent. There is a plaque that is inscribed “1730.” And outside is an old gate that has been preserved by the current owners.

So sometime, if you are in Cebu, near the Cathedral of Cebu and the Santo Nino Basilica, take a walk to the corner of Zulueta and Binacayan, and take a look at the mossy old walls and the find the old gate (on Binacayan Road); and if you ask permission, they’ll let you in and you can see the centenary enormous structural posts and plaque inscribed 1730.

(Above picture shows the Cuenco Family who lived on Colon, the oldest Street in the Philippines. My mother is the girl standing and holding a doll, on the left side); the other picture is the Val Sandiego house in Parian, Cebu

All for now,
Cecilia Brainard

tags: travel, history, Philippines, Cebu, Parian, Jesuits, Spanish Colonial, Jesuit House


DIASPORA IN ITALY ~ ONE FILIPINA'S STORY

DURING a visit to Rome I was surprised at the large number of Filipinos in St. Peter’s Basilica. In churches, metros, there were Filipinos; and at night, clusters of Filipinas sat around the Piazza di Navona, chattering away in Tagalog.

Art specialist John Silva, whom we ran into in Rome, also shared his story about being in a bus full of Filipinas on their way to work as domestics in an expensive area of Rome. We wondered where these Filipinos came from in the Philippines, why they migrated to Italy, and how they were adjusting there.

As my husband and I continued our journey through Italy, I observed these Filipinos at a distance. In a park in Florence around 30 Filipinos gathered for a picnic. They were in their thirties. Some men clustered around a table, gambling. I saw some infants and young children. Only one woman among them smiled a greeting at me; the rest ignored me. And so I simply smiled at the woman and did not talk to them. My curiosity about them was left to grow.

In Stressa however, I had the chance to talk to a Filipina. While waiting for a train for Milan, a Filipina approached me and introduced herself. Her name was Yolanda, she said, and she took care of a wealthy Italian woman with cancer. It was Friday, and Yolanda was off for the weekend; she was on her way to Milan to join some relatives and friends.


Petite and wiry, Yolanda looked ten years younger than her 53 years. She was adamant about guiding us from Stressa to Milan, stamping our train tickets for us, and telling us where to sit, and when to get off. She was starting to annoy my husband, but I saw an opportunity to interview a Filipina in Italy. She didn’t mind my questions at all; in fact she thoroughly enjoyed telling me her story.

When she was 33 years old, in Manila, her husband who was 31 died of a heart attack. She tried supporting her four children by selling bananas and other small business ventures. She was so desperate that she considered becoming a singer/performer in Japan – a Japayuki. Her mother and other relatives discouraged her from doing so. An agent suggested that Yolanda work as a domestic in Saudi Arabia. She left Manila for Saudi on December 23. She said she was still nursing her youngest child, and her breasts were full of milk. She wept all the way to Saudi. Her employers met her at the airport and brought her to their house. Her job was to take care of their children. Yolanda said, on Christmas day, she continued to cry, but even then, she added, my hands were full of grapes.

Her employers were kind and even sent her on holidays to the Philippines. She was in Manila when the Persian Gulf War broke out, and she decided not to return to Saudi. The pay was not that good anyway, Yolanda added.

She still had to figure out how to support her children who were being raised by her mother. An agent suggested going to Italy. Apparently the agency could falsify an Italian visa. She was drilled well. She had to know what the airports looked like, where to go, what to do. She had to dress well, to pass for a tourist.

In France, the French immigration officials questioned and delayed her. They finally released her when she insisted they had no right to question her since her final destination was Geneva, Switzerland.

By the time the French released, Yolanda missed her flight to Geneva and had to take the plane to Zurich. She was terrified, she said because the agent’s contact was meeting her in Geneva.

In Zurich, she didn’t know what to do. She approached a teenage boy whose mother was Japanese and whose father was Caucasian, figuring he spoke English. She asked him to call a telephone number for her, which the boy did. After, the boy said, “You look hungry, come eat with us.”

She continued her journey in this way, asking for help from Filipinos or people who spoke English. Finally after a long and frightening journey, she made it to Italy. She reported that her journey was not as bad as others who had to go to Germany (I think she meant Austria) and swim across a river. There was a group of Filipinos, she related, who swam the river, but one had a heart attack, and they had to leave her.

Yolanda considered herself lucky because ten months after her arrival, the Italian government offered amnesty, so now her papers are legal. Her children in Manila have all gone to school. The youngest, she reported is in art school – a useless major, commented Yolanda. And her life seems full in Italy. Aside from taking care of her employer, she has sideline work – selling insurance, and swatch watches, and so on.

In Milan, Yolanda wanted to take us to the Duomo. I understood that she was repaying the kindness that others had given her during her journey to Italy.

We’ll be all right, I said. And so at the train station in Milan, we said goodbye. We headed for the Duomo while she vanished into the mass of people at the station.
I have a scrap of paper with Yolanda’s name and cell phone number; but she and I knew we will never see each other again.

(Picture above shows: Cecilia and Lauren Brainard with John Silva in Rome)

All for now,
Cecilia Brainard

tags: travel, tourism, Italy, Rome, St. Peter's Basilica, Filipina maids, Europe, Cecilia Brainard
 


Friday, March 9, 2007

NORTHERN INDIA IN MARCH


I had the wonderful chance to visit Northern India in March just before the weather became too hot. I was with some friends (Cynthia, Mila, and Vicky). In Delhi, we had the privilege of staying with the Philippine Ambassador to India (thanks again, Lulla!). There was a lot of shopping in this trip and in Delhi we went to Santooshi, Khan Market, Geshwant, and Rajani. Oooh, there are fabulous things to buy in India so if you go there, plan on dumping your clothes and other stuff there so you can fill your bag with newfound treasures (textiles, clothing, shoes, bags, bedspreads, gems, leather goods, spices etc. etc.).

In Delhi we did visit the Red Fort, Tomb of Humayon, Gandhi's Memorial site, Parliament, India Gate. Delhi is made up of Old Delhi, which is crowded, chaotic, and interesting; New Delhi was designed by the British and it has elegant wide tree lined avenues, and imposing government buildings - lots of space and greenery, quite nice.

We took the Golden Triangle tour from Delhi to Jaipur and Agra, back to Delhi. In Jaipur, we saw the Amber Fort, Water Palace, Pink City, Hawa Mahal (Palace of Winds), Jantar Mantar (observatory), and the City Palace. And BTW, Jaipur is a great place to shop for jewelry. But here's the thing - you have to haggle like crazy. It's imperative that you start by halfing the price they quote. Further, you must act disinterested. Any sign of weakness, and the prices go up. (Here I should mention that the exchange rate was 43 rupees to a dollar when we were there, and there really was no need to agonize over 50 or 100 rupees.)

In Agra we saw the Taj Mahal at sunset when the bright white marble glowed a heart-stopping golden. We also visited the Red Fort and the Tomb of Akbar. Unfortunately we only saw Fatehpur Sikri from the distance.

We returned to Delhi for a quick respite, then took off for Rishikesh. Along the way, we stopped by Haridwar where we saw the temples along the Ganges and numerous people bathing in the sacred Ganges. The place was very crowded so it a relief to hurry on to Rishikesh which was more tranquil. Rishikesh is at the foothills of the Himalayas, and there are also temples along the Ganges. We attended an Aarti (religious ritual) in one of the temples and were enchanted by the floating lights on the Ganges.

Next stop was Amritsar where we had a memorable stay in a heritage hotel, the Ranjit Svaasa (www.svaasa.com), a 250-year old maharaja's mansion. Most of the rooms have terraces and the gardens are beautiful. In Amritsar we visited the Golden Sikh Temple (Sikh Gurudwara); entering the Temple was like walking through the looking glass - enchanting and out of this world!

On to Chandigarh and I'm not sure I have much good to say about the place, except perhaps for the Gaudi-like Rock Garden which is quite charming and magical.

From there we visited Shimla (Simla) which is a hill station, and a much cooler place than the low lands. We saw the remnants of British Raj days - the churches, the English buildings, the Woodville Palace now a Heritage hotel.

It was a lovely visit and I'd visit India again, perhaps the southern part next time. It has a lot of history and culture, and hotel rooms, meals, everything were great bargains. There's poverty, yes, and people invade your space, but the positives outweigh the negatives.






March 2005
(Above picture shows Cecilia Brainard standing in front of the Taj Mahal at sunset)

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Cecilia Brainard

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LAUREN & CECILIA BRAINARD IN THAILAND & CAMBODIA


DESPITE the bird flu, Lauren and I took a 6-day tour to Thailand, visiting Bangkok, Pattaya, and Ayutthaya (ancient capital of Thailand). Afterwards we visited Siem Reap in Cambodia. We were on our own in Siem Reap, which was more enjoyable (to us, anyway).

The 6-day tour to Thailand was more of a 4-day tour because of time change and travel time. We booked our tickets with Jane Stark at Travel International Group Inc. (tel: 310-327-5143). Jane did a good job but the guide in Bangkok had limited English skills and there was some "cutting" of the tour - e.g. there were some restaurants we were supposed to have gone to, and we ended up in less-expensive places.

Bangkok is a sprawling, busy city, a lot like Manila except that the signs are not in English, but in Thai; and it's a tad cleaner. The Grand Palace and Temples are whimsical, and our side trip to the ancient capital of Ayutthaya was a nice prelude to the Angkor temples. I could have skipped the seaside resort of Pattaya although Lauren enjoyed our day in Coral Island where he jet skiied.

The trip to Siem Reap, Cambodia was wonderful! Siem Reap, which is a few kilometers away from the famous 10th-15th century "wats," or temples still has a sleepy colonial feeling. I suspect locals are shell-shocked at the number of tourists pouring into their city (second largest in Cambodia, after Phon Penh;it's not a large city at all). Exchange is in dollars, and there's a double-tiered society, with the locals trying to eke out a living on $3-5 dollars a day, and the tourists paying from $30-300 per night in hotels. (We stayed in Hotel City River - breakfast, nice, close to old town.)


Some tips: don't be timid about bargaining; offer half the asking price. When you get into Siem Reap, if you like your taxi driver, go ahead and hire him to take you to the temples; it costs $20-25 per day to hire your own driver. It costs $1 to hire the local tricycles or touk-touks. As mentioned there's a wide range of places in Siem Reap, from the inexpensive to the extravagant - so do a little research on hotels and restaurants beforehand. There are a number of hotels listed in the internet, but some of them are far from the city. It's really so much nicer to be able to walk to the Old Market with the colonial buildings, market etc. for dinner and shopping.
Overall, it's cheaper to shop in Siem Reap than Bangkok, and Siem Reap has pretty much the same items available. City Money Souvenir Shop has real rubies and sapphires but you need to be fearless in bargaining as their asking price is high.

The temples in Angkor are breathtaking! I fell in love with the entrance to Angkor Thom with the gods on the one side and the demons on the other. Bayon with the stone faces on the towers are fabulously surreal. Ta Phram with the trees growing out and over ancient buildings is the most magical place I've ever seen!

March 2004
(Above pictures show Lauren Brainard in Ta Phram, Cambodia; and Lauren in Bayon, Angkor Thom, Cambodia)

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Cecilia Brainard

tags: travel, tourism, Asia, Cambodia, Thailand, Angkor Wat, Angkor Thom, Siem Reap


LAUREN AND CECILIA BRAINARD IN PERU










WE visited Peru for a week in October, traveling to Lima, Cusco, and Machu Picchu. Peru is a fascinating place, rich in history. While Lima is large and smoggy, Machu Picchu is absolutely stunning. Here are some pictures to share.

What suggestions do we have to travellers? Bring small change in dollars - $1 and $5 bills, which you can use for tipping and for small purchases. Cusco's high altitude can really affect you, so bring along Diomix or some other medicine for altitude sickness. Pack light and bring informal comfortable clothes and shoes. No fancy jewelry and expensive items please. Place your money, passport and other valuables in a money pack which you can wear around your waist or around your neck. Bring your favorite snack food with you.

When you are in Peru, be aware that many people will try to separate you from your dollars, so don't hesitate bargaining when shopping. Don't over tip--- keep in mind that an average Peruvian earns approximately $9 per day. Avoid "bad" areas - your hotel staff will let you know. (The tourist areas have many policemen around.) Go ahead and try grilled Alpaca and Aji de Gallina and Pisco Sours. Have fun!

October 2003
(Above picture shows Cecilia Brainard in Machu Picchu)\

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THE FASCINATION CALLED CHINA



WHEN friends returned from a tour to China and raved about it, my husband and I, who enjoy travelling, decided to go there.
We left in September, and our national guide, Mr. Wong met us at Beijing airport. For the next 14 days he vigilantly herded the 29 people in our “blue” group – blue referring to the color of the identifying flag of our guide. He listened to our praises or complaints about the meals (mediocre) and hotel accommodations (very good). For two weeks he was nursemaid, friend, interpreter, as well as ambassador of goodwill.


Our two days in Beijing barely gave us time to see all the highlights. Beijing is huge and bustling with high rises interspersed with dilapidated low buildings, reminding me of Manila. The streets are wide with a separate lane for bicyclists. Riding the bicycle is the main mode of transportation in Beijing; and hordes of bicyclists jam with streets, competing with the cars and buses.


Cities in China have populations of 13 million or 4 million, incredible numbers of people. After learning this, I understood why their government is very strict about their One Child Policy. Our local guide told us that his own mother had to abort her second pregnancy. What happens quite often is that women abort girls. Boys are still desired, even thought our woman guide in Guilin (who had one girl) said that nowadays, it isn’t that important to have a boy – boy or girl, the same, she insisted.


Our first stop was Tiananmen Square, which reminded me somewhat of Luneta in Manila. It was filled with tourists, Saturday promenaders and school children rehearsing for the October 1st celebration of the 50th anniversary of Mao’s October Revolution.


Along the one side of Tiananmen Square lays the Forbidden City, which we visited. We passed the moat and several gates, until we entered the area with ancient buildings. We saw the elaborate halls where emperors held court, fabulous carved centerpieces that ran between stairs, and courtyards with few potted low plants (so that assassins could not hide). I couldn’t help thinking that centuries ago, Marco Polo himself had visited the Forbidden City. That is what impressed me most about China, its antiquity. In China, people talk of thousands of years B.C. as if it wasn’t really that long ago.


In Beijing, we also visited the Summer Palace, which was built by Empress Xici, a concubine who bore a son for the emperor, and who therefore became powerful. The Summer Palace is a huge area surrounding a beautiful lake with forests and beautiful halls, temples, and an opera theater.
That night we saw a Chinese Opera, which was interesting, although many of us were nodding off, weary from jetlag and a full day’s tour. All I remembered about it was the high pitched tone of the singers and the frantic clashing of gongs.


The next day we went to the Great Wall, which is the only man-made structure that can be seen from the moon. It was incredible, miles and miles of this stone wall that curved and wound around mountain tops, across most of China; it had been built to prevent China’s northern enemies from invading China. In fact, the wall did not hold back their enemies; and even the Manchus, who had been enemy, had a dynasty that lasted for hundreds of years, ending with the last Emperor of China in the early twentieth century.



From Beijing, we flew south to Xian, famous for its terracotta warriors. In 1974, some farmers were digging a well when they struck a hard object. They dug around it and discovered a life-sized terracotta or clay statue of a soldier. They turned it over to the government, and for their honesty they were given monetary compensation and lifetime government work. The government conducted archealogical diggings around the area and discovered thousands and thousands of terracotta warriors. Emperor Quin, credited for being the first to unify China, had ordered his tomb and burial grounds prepared. His burial preparation included the creation of these terracotta warriors, which were made from clay, fired, painted, and arranged underground in battlefield formation: the footmen in front, the charioteers in the back, and generals in some other area.


If the Great Wall was incredible, the sight of thousands of these terracotta soldiers lined up in trenches, took my breath away. Each warrior’s face was unique, so one had the sense of looking at a sea of frozen people. I could understand the reasoning behind the building of the Great Wall, but these terracotta soldiers had a mystique about them. Of all the sights I have seen – and I have visited many places – this one is the most remarkable that I have come across.
In Xian, we also visited a neolithic village and the Huaquing Hot Springs, called the Winter Palace of the Tang Dynasty. Here the emperors and his court came during the winter to be able to bathe in the hot pools. The buildings and courtyards in this place were also quite charming.
From Xian, we flew to Guilin, where we saw the craggy limestone mountains. I had seen many Chinese paintings of fantastic steep mountains with rocks and pines that stick up here and there. All along I thought this was stylized painting by Chinese artists. When I saw the mountains of Guilin, I realized that those mountains really do look like that. We sailed for four hours along the Li River, totally captivated by the beauty of the mountains, the river, and the peaceful riverbanks. Guilin is relatively close to Vietnam, and the landscape in this area, with bamboo trees and carabaos, reminded me of the Philippines.


We had some rain in Xian and Guilin, although the weather remained warm and pleasant. In Nanjing, our next stop, it continued to drizzle, but this did not stop us from visiting more temples, the bridge that spans the Yantze River, and the Memorial Hall of the Victims in Nanjing Massacre by Japanese Invaders, which honored the more than 300,000 Nanjing residents who were killed by Japanese soldiers in 1939. In their haste the Japanese had dumped thousands of bodies in various common graves. The memorial shows a pit with bones piled one on top of the other. I was touched by this stark memorial especially since many Filipinos had also been killed by the Japanese during World War II.


From Nanjing, we visited Suzhou called the Venice of China because houses are built along canals. We saw a marvelous old castle there; and the houses along the canals were very charming. Most buildings are of the Tang architecture with the curved roofline. Apparently the government had decided several years ago that buildings in Suzhou should be built in the Tang architecture, and so the government has been taking over buildings and rebuilding them accordingly.


Our last stop was Shanghai, and unfortunately we only had a day and a half there. This city is as cosmopolitan as New York, Paris, or London. It is filled with some 1,500 skyscrapers. The Bundt area, which fronts the river pulses with people and activity. The old China town section has been redone by the government, and it is impeccable in its “old look,” so much so that it has a feel of a movie set.
Our tour group had little time to relate with regular folk since we were on tour buses and at different sites most of the time. Clearly we were shown only the beautiful side of China; and the Communism we saw seemed lax and capitalistic. The Chinese takeover of Tibet for instance was never mentioned. If anything the image of the government is that of a benevolent one, allowing their minorities to have as many children as they wish, as opposed to the majority (the Han people) who must follow the one-child rule. Obviously, there is more to China than what we saw; but for a tour, it was a wonderful one, and I would recommend China to everyone.

September 1999
(Above pictures show Cecilia Brainard in the Forbidden City, Beijing, China; and Lauren Brainard with the terracota soldiers in Xian, China)

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tags: travel, China, Asia, Xian, Guilin, Zian, Shanghai, Beijing, Suzhou, tourism

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