2020-1010 Last Saturday's alfresco afternoon tryst happened more than 8 months after the last one.
This time, ubiquitous bottles of hand sanitizers were on the table. Masks were off only when eating, drinking and when taking photos. There were no cheek kisses, no hugs, no high-fives or fist bumps.
What used to be friendly gestures were missing, but the banter and muffled laughter through our masked faces more than made up for the lack.
A lot have changed since that Sinulog religious procession we all participated in last January. Though we miss the old ways, we are settling into this new normal, whatever form it may take.