Despite the fear that would strike me every time I walk down Colon Street, Cebu, I still do want my feet to touch its dreamy roads. Dreamy because it is the oldest street in the Philippines and I would often wonder how it used to look like in its younger years.
Almost a year ago, I was asked to count how many markers there are in Colon and write a summary of the description of each marker. Funny because I never really noticed those lamps to be the markers not until I was actually searching for them. The experience was ordinary I supposed (there was a little fear, little because I was with two male friends anyway so I was rather confident no one would harm me), not until I had to reread what I had written.
The markers had said that the street was where homes of the then socialites and elites (and The Elite Bakery too…hehehe) stood. As I have viewed the photos of each marker, my mind seemed to be taken away with time. Or maybe, I was just overthinking again.
I always itch on taking a photo of that mailbox that I see along Gaisano, an old Cebuano mall. Every time I see that vintage mailbox, my imagination flies. Is this a portal? Some sort of time machine that once I touch it, all will turn into black and white and the street of bustling jeepneys and busy people will transform into a more laidback street filled with tartanillas and sidewalks trailed by natives, Chinese, and Spanish in bakya? Who knows? I never really seen anyone touch that mailbox. Haha…I guess I’d better make my walks in Colon Street more frequent so that my mind would fly more often.