I and my wife went picnic last Friday as it is our day off. Together with some of our flat mates we went to a park where grilling and bbq are allowed. This park is built with kiosk and with a griller nearby. As soon as we arrived we settled in a grass near to a vacant griller as all kiosks are already occupied.
As I seated on the grass I can help thinking way back home. The familiarity of the situation strikes me because every Sunday (in our house in the Philippines) is a bbq day. From pork bbq, fish and even eggplant we have it grilled as families come together and feast on what we have prepared on that day. It's only a typical Sunday with no occasion to celebrate or anything but it is quite special to us as we partake what we prepared together as a family. The endless talk and catching up, the children running around the house, and the sense that the family is intact on a beautiful Sunday it is a bliss to us. Eventually it lingered on my mind as I remember this with a slight grin in my face as I sit in the park. Ahh! Maybe I just miss home because there's also a lot of families and children on the park.
I maybe miles away but I never, even in a second, never think back home. There's a lot here to remind me of how was it back there. The simple gathering, the lazy Sunday spent and everything the family does together. Amidst the smoke of the griller and the scent of the burning meat I smell home. I'm looking after the next time I see smoke out of the griller it must be coming from the griller at home. Happy BBQ Day everybody.
