The massive Acacia trees in front of the Lazi church right across the San Isidro Labrador convent in eastern Siquijor have these immense canopies that practically shelters the whole expanse of road. One can't imagine which is older, the convent or the trees but I suspect the trees were there way, way before anything else was around. Oh, the stories these really old behemoths can tell. I bet they will speak of countless people who've seen the coming and going of the seasons, of mystical tales and "rural" legends.