It seems like I haven’t seen a Virgin in months. That’s “Virgin” with a capital “V.” Or in Sevilla, La Virgen. There were I know processions regularly throughout the summer but, unlike last year (our first year in Sevilla), I didn’t run around taking pictures of them all. I was very grateful to not have to go very far this morning when at 10:15, San Geraldo said, “There’s a small procession heading this way.”
|HEADING OUR WAY. VIEWED FROM THE DINING ROOM AT 10:15.|
I grabbed my camera and went from balcony to balcony looking for the best angles and finally decided that downstairs was a better option. So, I threw on some clothes (yes, I was still in bed at 10:15) and popped downstairs. At noon, when we returned from breakfast and the procession had just returned to the streets, I took some more photos.
|AT NOON, AFTER LEAVING THE CONVENT OF THE SISTERS OF SANTA ROSALÍA.|
|JUST AS SHE REACHED OUR BUILDING.|
This particular Virgin was the first one we had seen process on our street after we moved in last year. So today was my second time! I wonder if that means I’m no longer a virgin. No need to respond. First of all, I was no longer a virgin a long (a very long) time ago. Besides, in answer to some questions I had of a sexual nature at the age of 12, my father told me a little (a very little) about the birds and the bees. I didn’t buy a word of it. Actually, he was so embarrassed and nervous, some of what he told me turned out to not even be true! Lesson learned. After that, I just asked my friends.
|TURNING THE CORNER ON HER WAY HOME.|
But back to La Virgen. The Brotherhood of the Holy Cross annually carries “Our Lady of Sorrows” from a couple of streets away at the Capilla del Dulce Nombre de Jesús (Chapel of the Sweet Name of Jesus) for a brief visit to the nearby convent of the Sisters of Santa Rosalía. Around noon, she makes her return trip.
|THE ENTOURAGE TAKING HER HOME.|
There was no music, just a man with a battery-powered megaphone droning on in Latin the entire time. He offered an odd juxtaposition to the grandeur, elegance, and antiquity of the procession.
|LATIN IS A DEAD LANGUAGE. IT’S PLAIN ENOUGH TO SEE.
IT KILLED OFF ALL THE ROMANS. AND NOW IT’S KILLING ME.
I’ve had a rough week (and two days). As if the jet lag and fitful sleep weren’t bad enough, Tuesday evening I came down with a “bug” of some sort, felt awful, and didn’t sleep one minute the entire night. The bug passed quickly, but then I felt as if the jet lag had started all over again. That of course brought on some depression. But, last night I slept (and didn’t wake up until 10:15 as you’ll recall).
It “made me feel… shiny and new.”