Very nice, indeed! Now, I hanker after my youth in the Philippines.
Summer holidays then weren't complete without the Santa Cruz de Mayo or Flores de las Hijas de Maria. It was bit a different back then because Santa Cruz de Mayo would always start at around 7 PM, so there were these dazzling kerosene lamps and candles and elaborate arcos that made the event really grand; atmospheric even. One thing I hated, though, was we had to walk with the queens singing "Hail Mary" in Spanish (Dios Te Salve) but every now and then the musikeros would break into the super fast version of the Spanish national anthem. And the young boys who weren't tall enough or not tisoy enough had to wait on tables; asking the Sagalas which ice cream they preferred -- "D'you like the Ube or the Buko? Apa or no apa?"
I went back home once and to my surprise, they were doing the Santa Cruz de Mayo in the middle of the afternoon! It was very strange to watch.