After going to bed at a reasonable hour, around 10, (which is unspeakably early for Spaniards) I was awoken by drums in the street. It's holy week in Spain, so everyday there are at least 5 processions around the city. Since I live downtown there's usually several in my neighborhood, so I've seen about 3 or so a day. Normally they run from about 10-1 ish, which is immediately after dinner in Spain. Usually there's a large float with a figure of Jesus in some stage of holy week (carrying the cross, receiving the crown of thorns etc) or the virgin Mary in some ridiculously inaccurate renaissance costume. The float is carried and surrounded by a large group of people wearing KKK-esque hats who all belong to the same Catholic brotherhood, the brotherhoods being up to 700 years old.
Some of them are playing drums and trumpets. That's nice during the day because it makes them easy to locate, but at 4:30 am? So I got out of bed to see what was this clatter, and this procession was a little different from the others. To start, they weren't wearing hats or covering their faces at all. Also, I was one of about 5 spectators. Normally the streets around the processions are packed with families watching, even after one. I followed for about an hour, which was a good idea because I got to see some plazas and streets around my neighborhood I didn't even realize existed. Obviously, now my plans for the days events are somewhat altered since I'm still awake at 6 am. I was thinking I'd shower, wait for my hair to dry, then go get a coffee, walk to the police station to see if anyone's turned in my card (yeah, I lost it), maybe go to a mass, buy some fish for dinner tonight (it is good friday ya know), go to the bus station and buy some tickets for Cadiz on monday, and then lunch and siesta! Should be a full day.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
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