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🌴🇵🇭→🇲🇽 What do Filipino coconuts have to do with mezcal? Back in the 1600’s, colonial trade routes brought cultures and technology alongside goods and people. From lambanog to vino de coco to mezcal, this is a tale of ingenuity, resilience, and cultural fusion. 🎥 Watch the full episode with Esteban Morales to learn more about the unlikely link between the Philippines and Mexico’s most iconic agave spirit, as well as other theories on the origins of agave spirits. Links in bio – The Curious Bartender Podcast #Mezcal #Lambanog #Tuba #FilipinoHistory #MexicanHistory #Agave #SpiritsHistory #CocktailCulture #MezcalOrigins #CuriousDrinks

♬ original sound – Tristan Stephenson

Yes, I know the Mexicans came to settle in Central Luzon and there were more Mexicans than Peninsular Spaniards who came to live in the Philippines. But I didn’t know that there were thousands of Filipinos uprooted from their native land to plant and tend to coconut farms in Mexico.

And because Filipinos exported labanog-making or tuba-making to Mexico, the Mexicans learned how to make mezcal via the clay pots which we call palayok in Tagalog. It’s basically the Filipino distillation process that enabled Mexicans to produce mezcal, which is different from tequila.

History is fascinating.

I couldn’t sleep. Had too much coffee today… I mean yesterday. I arrived home a few minutes past midnight today from BGC to have dinner with a long-time source to catch up on what’s going on in our lives. I told him I already gave up my managerial duties so I can pursue more stories for myself. This is why I’m reaching out once again to people whom I’ve neglected to communicate with for years that I was so busy chasing after stories for my team members.

I’ll be doing more outreach in the coming days to re-establish my connections.

The price of home ownership.

My entire morning yesterday was occupied by overseeing the declogging of pipes for our gray water leading to the gray water tank. The catchments overflowed during the week-long storm/s. Of course, we couldn’t ignore that so I had to call several declogging and septic tank cleaners in our province yesterday early morning.

I knew it was from my sisters because the pipes came from their bathrooms. My bathroom drains have fine meshes that catch debris and hair so my conscience is clear that these hair didn’t come from us. Plus the pipes came directly from their house. 😏

Not sure how long they last had the pipes declogged because we weren’t still living here. This is one of the many chores that should regularly be done when you own a house, along with clean-up of rain gutters and roof check-ups.

If you’re renting, all of these are your landlord’s duties. If the landlord is such a cheapskate (like my former landlord), then you will have a leaky and flood-prone home.

It took several days after the last torrential rain for the sun to come out. We were getting cabin fever by yesterday that my girls went to eat out with some friends. I did small errands like ordering jugs of filtered water and driving Twin I who had hankered for pastries. Just to get out of the house.

Then I powerwashed the whole afternoon. I powerwashed the shit out of my stairs that was so grimy after the storms.

My Lazada purchase finally arrived. I bought my outside kitties the donut tunnel so they don’t feel too exposed.

It took a while again for them to be acclimated to the outside world after being cozy inside my house. As much as I want to keep them inside because they’re more loving than my resident divas, I couldn’t for now because I can’t have the divas constantly stressed and marking their territory. I’m already running out of bio-enzyme deodorizers and cleaners. I even stripped my room of bedding and curtains because my damned inside cats marked me as theirs. 😑

As my high school classmate who is a vet in another city told me, treat cats like human children with autism. They don’t take to changes well and they get so stressed even with just the smallest of changes you implement: furniture placement, smell, visitors who they don’t know, sounds… And while they tolerate the presence of Socks and Gorilla, they couldn’t cope with having them around while they eat. I had to feed Kimchi and Sushi in my room, with the door closed because that’s where they feel safe.

All I can do for now is to accompany them here on the balcony so they won’t feel that I rejected them and be confused. The donut is helping a lot in making them feel safe and secure.

The only thing that’s stressing me out with the current setup is that a stray orange cat is invading their space and being nasty to my very docile cats. They don’t fight back and instead they just run away and climb the dangerous fences. I can’t have them scratched by a stray because who knows what kind of disease this one carries. Cats get FIVs this way. 😭 I need to buy a water gun—you know, the toy we loved to play with when we were kids—so we can shoot that ill-mannered orange cat without really killing it. We already lost my kids’ water cannons from a long time ago.

In the next two days, we will have fair weather. Perfect for diving. But damn, my kids need to go to school and I have work. 😑

Last night, the wind was so violent that it ripped my beach umbrella apart. I had let the outside kitties in since the rains started last Monday, much to the chagrin of my indoor divas, Kimchi and Sushi. The vet gave me meds that could calm them down so they won’t spray pee everywhere to mark every inch of my house and peeing outside their litter box due to stress.

By noon the wind has died down and now I have to contend with the mess the habagat made outside.

Meanwhile, I needed to finish the analysis piece I had been brewing for six months because I’m running out of things to write. The rains and flood kept me from scouring for leads and stories in Makati. Interviews with various people across Asia (and one in Europe) that I had requested were either rejected or pushed back. I am going nuts.

But at least I am no longer asking for interviews for my team members because my duty was to keep their numbers up. Thank God I am out of that. 🥹 If they can’t meet the quota, it’s on them. They’re no longer my problem.

It’s so freeing not to be worrying and stressing about other people. Not taking care of other people. I’m so tired of that.

That photo above was taken this morning. We have been enveloped by darkness since last weekend when we had Typhoon Crising barreling her way across the Philippines, pulling up the southwest monsoon.

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This is sooooooo wild. Trump’s meeting with BB Marcos is a headscratcher.

All the way to Makati this noon I was playing Phil Wickham songs, praying that I won’t encounter really bad flooded roads. My car only had a brief swim near my hometown but the rest of the journey was quite safe, save for the torrential rains along SLEX that necessitated turning my headlamps on high beam.

Why did I gamble going to Metro Manila today? A friend broke up with her partner who wanted her out of the condo ASAP. I was the only friend who had a roomy car so I volunteered.

I know grief so I understand the need to immediately leave a place full of memories. In my case, I couldn’t leave our apartment that time because it was the middle of the pandemic and I have kids—you can’t just pack up and go. It’s torture to be in the same place.

My friend needs to cut ties quickly so she can move on.

I also wanted to see the capacity of my car…and I’m impressed. It may not have the size of Wendy, but Avi is close to having the same cargo space but not quite. We were able to haul everything in one go.

After late lunch somewhere in Pasig, I quickly drove away before rush hour and the rains start. When I was already 3 km from home, my sister called me and asked where I was because according to social media and news, it’s flooded everywhere. La Mesa dam overflowed.

I said I’m almost home and God loves me because I didn’t encounter deep floods; I only had to go through mini ones when I was already in our hometown.

I can’t have Avi floating on floodwaters even before she has her license plate from LTO. 🥴

My infrared butane grill died on me. My steaks were already thawed yesterday lunch when I discovered that the gas grill was no longer serviceable. I had no choice but to use this Korean bbq grill.

It wasn’t doing a good job. So I took the risk and put the meat straight into the fire. Stove be damned.

I was granted a small window of opportunity when it wasn’t raining and for a few minutes the sun peeked into my balcony. After I packed up my grilling gear, only then it started to rain once again.

And it rained heavily.