It’s Good Friday today, and this is the tenth year in a row that I have observed Good Friday a different way. Having come from a country that observes the Lenten season the traditional Catholic way, I can’t help but miss the tradition.
In the Philippines, the Holy week is considered as high holiday, where everything goes to a halt. Manila, at this time is traffic free, somber and much quieter as compared to the usual daily city grind. Government and private offices are closed, most of the stores/malls are closed, the local TV and radio stations veer from their regular programming to religious ones or totally shut down for the day. A lot of the city dwellers are away from Manila to visit their provinces. For those who have deeper pockets, they take this week as the perfect time to hie off somewhere outside the country.
Here in the Big Apple, it didn’t feel like Good Friday today. It’s business as usual, the banks are open, federal offices are open, stores are operating with their regular business hours except for Wall Street which for unknown reason is closed on Good Friday even if it’s not a federal holiday. The “money men” of Wall Street, so I think, must somehow take this day very seriously, so much like a practicing Catholic does.
Thus, today, it was church day for me, and I can’t complain that my husband is off from work. Can you guess if my husband accompanied me to church? Remember, he is Jewish by religion. We didn’t go anywhere else, in my effort to observe this day the best way I can. We were home the rest of the day and I just did my indoor aerobic walking for half an hour while my husband was busy online comparing the different San Diego CA hotel so that he can finally make up his mind which hotel to stay at in future trips.