Cebu is blessed with a colorful, rich and, if I may say, elegant, history. In its streets, mountains, hills and corners, there are memories of an amazing past.
Looking at the roads of Colon Street, the oldest known street in the Philippines built during the Spanish times, you can almost hear in your head the buzzing sounds of a trade port and the pattering of horses’ hooves dragging their carriages. In school when I was much younger, people say the lands of our playground used to be occupied by the Japanese during the Second World War. There are sadder stories, however, when during an outing, our companion pointed out a cliff where we passed by and told us that used to be the exact spot where the victims of war have been executed.
Cebu has gone through Spanish, American and Japanese occupation. These diverse influences of the past have helped mold Cebu’s history, culture and lifestyle. Now, we can enjoy the landmarks history destined to leave behind.
I whole-heartedly believe in the importance of history. It is amazing to be immersed in such a world that we know nothing of – because we were never there when it happened. It always evokes in me a sense of curiosity, discovery and adventure. I believe history is telling us something. It teaches us to look back and not repeat mistakes. It teaches us to look back and be grateful for what we have now. Because what we have right now, the freedoms that we so enjoy and take for granted, people in the past had fought for it, and even laid their lives so they may give us the gift of a better present.