Relentless Lent

Today the neighbors across the street are hosting the Lent procession (just like last year). To “celebrate” the event, they played a monotonous funeral march all day at an inescapable volume. It is what a circus music would sound like if the lion ate the ringleader. It is such a downer. I keep compulsively hugging Paloma just to feel alive.


I visited the neighbors a few times to check on the progress of their procession preparations. In addition to taking pictures, I was sure to ask, “So, what time do these idols, the music, and the incense leave the street?”

How about some marionette theater?







Three weeks to go until Easter and already I am going crazy. Why is it that Semana Santa (Holy Week) is so much longer than just seven days?