AT 6 in the morning, I looked out of the window to check the weather. Overcast and raining, the city view below the mountaintop Marco Polo Hotel in Cebu was hardly visible on such a gray day.

What a miserable day for a scheduled early-afternoon helicopter drop on the heritage town of Carcar in southern Cebu. I was looking forward to the trip so much that canceling it due to bad weather was no option.

The weather cooperated somewhat that morning, the rain slowing down into a drizzle that allowed enough sun through to let us proceed with our planned morning walk to see Spanish colonial heritage in Cebu City, Casa Gorordo, Santo Niño Church and Fort San Pedro; the morning program of a whirlwind one-day visit organized by French consul for the Visayas, Michel Lhuillier, and Louis Thévenin of Les Amis de la France to introduce Cebuano heritage to the French ambassador, Thierry Borja de Mozota, who recently arrived to begin his Philippine posting.

First visit was to Casa Gorordo, one of the last surviving authentic mid-19th century residences in the heritage zone of Cebu City. It was where the family of Monsignor Gorordo, the first Filipino archbishop of Cebu, had lived. It was constructed over a century ago until the Ramón Aboitiz Foundation transformed it into a lifestyle museum in the mid-1980s.

Meticulously furnished and equipped with an extensive collection of what would have been ordinary household items of its time that now are valued as rare 19th-century artifacts, Casa Gorordo?s lifestyle vignettes exhibited within an authentic balay-na-tisa show off with pride the vanished 19th-century urban Spanish colonial-era lifestyle of ilustrado Cebuano families.

To foreign eyes of our party that morning, it was an experience of how modern Filipino society effortlessly fused Christianity with folk practices so evident in the rituals of the faithful at our next stop, the Basilica of Santo Niño, a national shrine where pilgrims follow the traditional ritual of adding their individual candles of supplication to banks of burning candles, queuing to touch the glass-encased image of the Santo Niño, and attending any of the many devotional Masses offered each day.

Even more interesting than the religious treasures at the Santo Niño Museum was the exhibit of elaborate capes, thanksgiving offerings to the image in gratitude for favors received.

Catching more attention than the capes was the cabinet filled with toys of all kinds given by children and their parents in touching thankfulness for prayers answered. The Santo Niño is, after all, a little boy who likes playing with toys.

When we stepped out of the museum into a light midmorning drizzle, I thought my prayer for good weather was answered. Our takeoff was still to be at 2 in the afternoon. There was time for the weather to improve. But as we were having lunch, it poured, so we waited in the restaurant for the rain to subside.

Next week: Breathless in Boljoon

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