This year, we made it in time for the communion. It was the first time I had communion since my university days, I think, and it was completely accidental. While squeezing through the crowd to get to a good vantage point, I turned around and found myself nose-to-nose with a priest. He held the host in front of my face and I instinctively opened my mouth. Pop!
Attending the 7AM Sunday mass is truly a must-do. All the tribes gather in the plaza in front of the cathedral, in full regalia. It's an amazing sight.
At the end of the mass, the priest says, "Go in peace" and "Viva kay Señor Santo Nino," and the crowd yells back, "Viva!" And then everyone starts to shake his booty.
(This video which I took lasts about 2-1/2 minutes, but it took six hours to upload it to YouTube. I weep for our pathetic Third World internet connection.)
Now tell me, after watching that video, don't you want to go to Ati-atihan?
Oh, and yes, we ate.
Ati-atihan is the best Philippine fiesta ever.