People in the photos:
- Ferdinand Blumentritt, the guy I ship Rizal with. In a brotherly/fatherly way.
- Mr. Luna, who still needs to tell me how he created a painting so large that it doesn’t fit in the screen of my phone.
- The fictional Maria Clara, probably when she was still sane. And me, who’s trying to be as demure as she’s supposed to be (and I’m clearly doing it wrong because I look like I’m trying to scare people away).