|DOWAGER DUCHESS AND SON, WHEN I WAS 5.
(LITTLE BROTHER ON THE WAY)
Last Sunday was Mother’s Day here in Spain. Today is Mother’s Day in the States. So, happy Mother’s Day to our very own loving, fascinating, and inspiring Dowager Duchess. We will be Skyping shortly.
As far as I know, there was no holiday yesterday. But, even so, there were two processions in our neighborhood.
As we were about to sit down for dinner around 10:15 last night, I heard drums and brass instruments (very brassy sounding brass instruments). I ran out to one of the side balconies and looked up toward the Plaza de San Lorenzo to find a good-sized procession approaching. I couldn’t see the size of the paso (float), but a large number of costaleros were well ahead of the procession having finished their shift and in need of a beer. It would have to be a substantial paso because at a glance I counted more than a dozen tired costaleros.
The paso took quite some time to finally get here. They stopped and started several times. I don’t know why. The style of this float was different from what I’ve seen. No Mary, no Jesus, but instead what appeared from three floors up to be a king sitting in front of a tree. I doubt the tree was an aspen although it continually quaked as the entire thing was carried on the shoulders of the costaleros. I’ve been unable to find where this procession originated, where it was heading, who they were carrying, the reason for the tree, or what was special about 12 May. At least I no longer feel forsaken. Two processions in one day.
|COSTALEROS AFTER THEIR SHIFT, HEADING OFF FOR A BEER.
(POOR-QUALITY PHOTO, SO I TRIED FOR ARTSY.)
|I LOVE THE CLOTHES.|
|MAYBE A GOOD DESIGN FOR SAN GERALDO, IN THE SHADE OF A TREE.|
MOTHER’S DAY LUNCH
My allergies are still acting up and, with temps hovering in the high 90s (mid-30s C), the air-conditioned house is much more pleasant for us both. We went out for breakfast, but San Geraldo (the artiste) prepared a simple salad lunch at home.
|SO MUCH PRETTIER THAN PEANUT BUTTER ON RICE CRACKERS.
(OR EVEN WHAT I WOULD DO WITH THESE SAME INGREDIENTS.)