Sta. Cruz is always a moving experience like what I had back two years ago…like following the love of your dreams.
There’s always a hundred ways and one to appreciate the rustic beauty of Zambales. One need not go as far away as Olongapo because Sta. Cruz has in its own a wealth of scenery, lovely close up images and unique panoramic experience.
This lovely bunch of flowers, untouched and blossoming at the side of the St. Michael church has given me a lift in the early morning I arrived in Sta. Cruz.
A couple of local folks dropped by to say their prayers in front of St. Michael’s statue.
The main gate of the St. Michael church couldn’t be seen at the side of the road. One should find his/her way at the sides of the church, or at the back where the Sta. Cruz Academy is. That’s where the main gate to the church is.
How ironic life is. I had spent almost half of my life in Sta. Cruz, specifically living in its sitio, but only now that I have come to realize the value of its solemn beauty.
The church’s walls are sturdy like the town’s colorful history. Sta. Cruz is one of the first municipalities of Zambales that was founded by the Spaniards in 1612.
Two years ago I came rushing in into this town after being away for over twenty years, trying to catch up with a group of former classmates and friends, meeting some of them for the first time, and getting to know most of them, some of them familiar by names, but coming back to Sta. Cruz is always a moving experience like what I had back two years ago…like following the love of your dreams.
