The next day I got up for breakfast but then straight back to bed again, as it was Saturday and I didn’t have a any lessons. Later that morning I went to la Merced to admire the new carpet and picked up my laundry.
After lunch I went to a café to do some Spanish, diary writing, and blogging. That day I had dinner at a posh restaurant with my housemate, his brother, who was visiting from the states, and a friend of his. Food wasn’t special but the live music was really good and very entertaining. Have you ever heard “The chicken dance” or “Despacito” being played by marimba?
Then dancers in spectacular costumes performed as well. It was a little bit touristy for my liking but still bearable.
On Sunday 4th March, my housemate, his brother and I took a tuktuk to Jocotenango to see the beautiful carpets made of coloured sawdust, flowers, fruit and vegetables before the procession would walk over them.
The carpets are impressive but there’s a real competition going on between the different churches, a lot of money is involved and the poorest pay to be allowed to participate.
In my book that’s all not very christian but people are so religious here that I slowly begin to understand what Karl Marx meant with “Religion is the opium of the people.”.
Once the procession left the church, four drones were flying around, made a lot of noise and scared the birds away.
I understand that people want to take pictures from above, but I really can’t stand the things.
It was already quite hot and eventually I decided to put sunscreen on.
We walked for a bit and finally took a tuktuk back into Antigua, where we had yummy lunch.
In the afternoon I visited my friend at her hostel and together we went to her house. On my way back home I bumped into the procession again and just about managed to get a soup for dinner before the restaurant closed.
I was already in bed when the procession came past my house, but nevertheless the insence wafted right into my room.