It was a really cold morning in the village of Curtorim. I was getting ready for another school day. But today, I was even more excited than usual! I was going for my class field trip! We were going to Velha Goa. Velha, means “old” in Konkani.
My class mates and I had to travel to Old Goa by bus. We had to take food with us and we also had to take a water bottle. As I reached my school, I felt like jumping up and touching the sky. When I reached class, I was greeted by friends. They too, were really excited. After a little while, our teacher entered the class. She was smiling a very big smile indeed.
We went out of the class in a single, assembly line and into the open school grounds, our principal told us a few words and then we entered our bus. Soon enough, the bus started. We were singing with joy. I sat with one of my friends, Eveline Amber Kayligh Luis. We chatted most of the journey, and then we finally had to get down.
Our first stop was a entrance from which the Portuguese entered Goa. They came by water. We stood in our lines and gazed at it for a few minutes. Then, the buses came and we boarded our respective ones. This was the plan for the following trip-
We were first going to a temple. Then a church and after that another church. Then we would be taken to a park opposite the church to have our snacks.
As we entered the temple we took out our shoes and kept them on a shoe rack. We then went in a line towards the temple with our teacher leading the line. I saw a bell dangling at the beginning of the temple. I rang it. We prayed for a little while and then were given holy water to drink. as we went a bit further, we were given a flower to keep. We went around the whole temple. We thought it was really beautiful.Then we went out.
We mounted the bus again and drove to the first church. We had to cross the main road, so we all held hands and crossed. As we entered the grounds of the church, I saw a beautiful tree that shed pink leaves every two minutes. I wished that it was in my school grounds so that I could see it every day. We entered the church and prayed again. The church looked really pretty. We soon exited this church, too.
I didn’t know that the next church was just down the street. It was just as beautiful as the previous one and had the same pink-leaved trees that the other church had. This church had a story to it to. As we entered the church, I saw a huge, wooden cross. I asked my friend why it was so big and she told me that there were once three children that made a small wooden cross with a few twigs. It was about 1 foot tall. They dug it in the mud and went home, meaning to come back the next day. But they didn’t come the next day. Nor did they come the day after that. They didn’t even come the day after that. A few moths past and they suddenly remembered. But when they reached there, there was no cross made of twigs. Instead there was a huge, handsome cross, cleaned and beautifully polished. They didn’t know what to do so they took it to the church. And there it stood till today.
I liked the story. We soon headed out of he church ad wet inside a park. We had our snacks there. My friends and I got a picnic mat and shared it between us. When we finished eating we got onto the bus and headed to the school campus. I was really sad that this day had ended, but I had a lot of fun.
My mother came to pick me up along with my sister and I narrated the whole trip to them. It had truly been a wonderful day!