I
find it remarkable that while also being hancapped on both arms, Dona—and
not anyone of the Rondalla On Wheels—was the one I always found scribbling
on a piece of paper. What could she be writing about? Notes, addresses
and numbers of people she met, letters, maybe. After the Rondalla On Wheels
went back home I received a nice letter from her, the only one I got from
the Philippines in years.
She wrote,“...By the way, can you send me some pictures of the flowers you took in Disneyland? I saw you shooting the flowers and since I liked the flowers there, give me a print and I’ll put it in an album. I would like it better if you send me a picture of a gardenia.” Now, what’s a “gardenia”?
