A lot has happened since the last time i posted here in my blog. I took my medicine course more seriously, I've met new friends and got along old ones, attended seminars and hearings; and now i find myself posting new content in a term when time is precious.
This 2015, i mustered enough guts to come close with heritage houses that i usually pass by, but afraid to know more about them due to the neighborhood. The Rene Santos was one of the houses i'll never forget meeting. I always pass the Bahay Rene Santos when riding a jeepney to school and going home.It just so happens that on a Thursday i had one class in the morning and the whole afternoon for myself. I decided to finally approach this old bahay na bato that I've been ignoring for the last 3 years. At first, I didn't know how to approach the residents since it was my second time doing it; the first was another house at Loyola st. It was a good thing i met a friendly food stall owner posted outside of what seem to be the garage. I told her my business, about being a student in FEU and my passion for old houses and heritage. She gladly told me a bit of the history and that the owner was at home asleep. I asked when the owner will wake up. She replied that the owner just got home after a long day of drinking; apparently a retired man.
While she advised me to wait for the owner to wake up at 5pm, i couldn't help myself but be fascinated by the good state of the house. Its definitely the first heritage house without a marker ive entered thats tidy, clean and not chopped into a dormitory of different rooms for various families. As i see myself staring at blank space for a few minutes, a man with bushy hair and tattered clothes appeared at the door and descended down the stairs, looking well rested.
