I met Jasmin, Pearl and Mags at college. We were sisters through thick and thin from maddening research papers to silly girl talks. After graduation, we promised that we’d always make time for each other, even though that could be hard, given our scheds. But we made do. We go by random meet-ups to catch up with some news, pour out life resentments or just make up for lost time. Today, we walked to Fort San Pedro. It was my first time.
Well, folks. I’m working on it. FORT SAN PEDRO is one of the many historical spots you can find in Cebu. It was originally built as a military defence structure under the command of Spanish conquistador, Miguel López de Legazpi and the Spanish Government in Cebu. The smallest, oldest triangular bastion fort in the country, it was constructed in 1738 to repel Muslim raiders. In turn, it served as a stronghold for Filipino revolutionaries near the end of the 19th century. This became the nucleus of the first Spanish settlement in the Philippines. (- thanks, Wikipedia, I forgot all about this from my local History class)
Located at Plaza Independencia, Fuerte de San Pedro is triangular in shape, with two sides facing the sea and the third side fronting the land. The seaward sides were defended with artillery and the front with a strong palisade made of wood.
Now, the place is a huge museum preserved as a heritage of the very cradle of the country’s Hispanic history. One of the things that interested me most were the galleon models in one of the galleries.
What was once a battle settlement now serves as wedding reception, photography backdrop or lovers’ lair. Amazing how places change, or perhaps how time changes things.
Fort San Pedro is a real beauty. I often wonder how the people before could create such lasting reminders as these. It seemed like humanity’s ability to build sturdy architecture became inversely proportional with time.
Jasmin, Pearl and I went about our usual talks with occasional giggles and semi-reflections on how time has swiftly went by. It’s been two years since we graduated but for us, it was just like a microbiology class ago. We often joke about it, but we all have noticed the difference in our stories now. Is this growing up? Or is this the dreaded entrance to the oft-feared part of adulthood we’ve heard a lot before?
I couldn’t tell. And there’s just too much to learn.