Congrats to you all Guaguans! At last youve gathered there at the far side of the world.
In 1975 I vividly remember while traveling from San Fernando to Guagua with my friend Gil Urbano I stopped along the highway to pick up a peculiar rock. I treasurely kept it at my
cabinet and caressedly labeled it "Made in Betis": that was my only memory of the scene
that took place there in a Pampangan air... and the memory of a pretty girl we met in a
rice mill not far away!
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