After lunch, I headed up to the Spanish-American Friendship Park. Things could have been in better condition, but on the whole, the facilities were passable.
I wasn't planning on staying long, but it was pleasant and quiet, so I stayed to nap a bit and read a book afterwards. There were a few other people, but we all stayed in our own kiosks at a distance from each other.
After the park, I dropped by the jar factories. Not really my thing, but I did like the geometric patterns formed by the stacked jars.
I passed through the Crisologo Museum. Lots of interesting memorabilia, but I just couldn't help but fall back to my distrust of Great Men. Yes, the late congressman was a real achiever, but...I don't know, I just don't like Old-Time Politics.
Then, once more through Calle de Crisologo, where I caught some guys practicing their fancy drills. This street, I think, accounts for much of the charm of the Heritage Center. I wonder if we can't do something similar in Dumaguete.
And, of course, after a long walk, you just have to sit down.