It’s wonderful to be woken up by the bells of Fatima first thing in the morning. From the balcony of our hotel room, I could see the steeple of the Cathedral. Every hour, the bell chimes the song of El Trece de Mayo. The bells bring up memories of my younger days back in the Philippines. When the bells ring, it’s a call for prayer especially at 6 pm. People literally stopped what ever they were doing to be still and silent. I think it went on for a minute or two. As a girl, it seemed forever. The minute we hear the bells, we dash home leaving the games and playmates behind. We go home for family prayer of Angelus. It’s a short prayer and when it’s finished, we all say Good Evening and asked for blessings from the elders especially my Mother. I really love this tradition; however, we fell out of it when we moved to Canada. As a starter, I never heard any bells here. Most of us have different work schedules. It saddens me because I don’t practise it anymore. Fatima is a beautiful place where three children met by an Angel and Our Lady. Being here made me feel childlike as well. There was giddiness in me that was hard to contain. Is this giddiness influenced by the spirits of the three children? Or was it just my silliness of not taking life so seriously. This place is a melting pot of pilgrims to honour the apparition of Mother Mary. There are so many miracle story of our Lady of Fatima that is chronicled in this area similar to Lourdes. One of the stories was about the assassination of Pope Paul when he was visiting Fatima. He survived and it was a story about Forgiveness in Action that I posted in Blog4Peace.