It is the nearest town to the city proper. It is the cradle of my race, the home of my ancestors. For a long time than I have imagined, I was not able to see the amiable street that I have grown up with. I miss the early morning noise. I miss starting my day having coffee with dad and taking the last sip with Grandpa and Grandma from accross the street. I miss my nephews and nieces wrestling with each other on the dirt. Most of all, the exciting after lunch Mahjong sessions with the golden girls.
When my colleague Evan, missed his home in California, he said that he was delivered straight right to his front door by Google Map. Well, I tried the same. I chose the siesta hour so I could see the golden girls by Grandma's terrace having a great game of "mandaranay". the Google Map's search: Gregori Street, Pavia, Iloilo.
Then, I zoomed it in. I looked all over for my street. It is a long stretch of a national road marked by Tigum Bridge to culminate. I thought I was lost. It's a very samll town and I wouldn't miss it for anything. I was once the town's festival queen and I had to study our local geography to ace the interview portion. (Good thing I got questioned about politics and my view on the unpcoming elections.) zoomed to no avail, for the GPS could only take me as close as 100 meters above.
I can see one of the main streets though, marked Lopez Jaena Street. I know Lopez Jaena, but where is my street? I cannot find it. Lopez Jaena was written on behalf of Gregori Street. I do not know if other else are missing, I was not able to check. Finally, I was able to mark my home, and decided to write to Google.
A map is not supposed to miss such a lovely street filled with good old memories. I want it marked as it is. I want it shown - to the world.
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