Hey guys,
Sorry about not updating in a while, but here we are now.
Let's begin with Semana Santa, or Holy Week/Easter. On the first day of vacation (Semana Santa is our week-long spring break), my friends and I threw a surprise birthday party for a friend, Alfonso. The highlight of this day may have been seeing REC 3 at the movie theater, the third film in a Spanish movie series about zombies. Apparently the first one was good, and the second one was worse but still okay (I haven't seen them). However, the third one was terrible and I'm a bit sad that I paid to see it. It may have been so bad that it was good, but then again, it may have just been that bad.
It was just that bad. |
Sand castles brought to a new level in Fuengirola |
Views from the castle |
TEAMWORK |
Málaga, Seville, Madrid, Valladolid, Zamora and León hold elaborate processions for Holy Week. A tradition that dates from medieval timeswhich has spread to other cities in Andalusia, the "Semana Santa en Sevilla" is notable for featuring the procession of "pasos", lifelike wood or plaster sculptures of individual scenes of the events that happened between Jesus' arrest and his burial, or images of the Virgin Mary showing grief for the torture and killing of her son. In Málaga the lifelike wooden or plaster sculptures are called "tronos" and they are carried through the streets by penitents dressed in long purple robes, often with pointed hats, followed by women in black carrying candles for up to 11 hours. These pasos and tronos are physically carried on the necks of costaleros (literally "sack men", because of the costal, a sack-like cloth that they wear over their neck, to soften the burden) or "braceros" (this name is popular in Leon), and can weigh up to five metric tonnes. The pasos are set up and maintained by hermandades and cofradías, religious brotherhoods that are common to a specific area of the city, whose precede the paso dressed in Roman military costumes or penitential robes. Those members who wish to do so wear these penitential robes with conical hats, or capirotes, used to conceal the face of the wearer. These "Nazarenos" or "Papones" (this word it´s typical from Leon) carry processional candles, may walk the city streets barefoot, and may carry shackles and chains in their feet as penance. A brass band, marching band, a drum and bugle band, or in Málaga's case a military band (such as that of the Spanish Legion or other military units) may accompany the group, playing funeral marches, religious hymns or "marchas" written for the occasion.Here are some photos that might help you better understand what was going on. (Sorry they didn't turn out that well!)
I had never seen anything like the processions before, and it was really interesting. I only ended up going to see them on one night, but I'm glad I got to see them then.
A different day of Semana Santa, I saw Titanic 3D with my friend Georgia (in Spanish of course). I would definitely recommend seeing it. Also that day, Georgia and I went to this shop called "Iceland" in Marbella that has all this food from England, and Georgia ended up having her first pop tart ever!! (She's from England but has lived in Spain for 6 or so years.) Spain doesn't normally have pop tarts, so it was quite an experience fro me to eat them after so long, even though I don't have them very often in the US. While we were in the theater, Georgia pulled the pop tarts out of her bag and, not having had them before, ate the two pop tarts that were in the wrapper together and was later very surprised when I told her that there are two in each wrapper and they're better when you toast them!! It was a hilarious, first-for-everything, moment! (I hope that all made sense.) I think we're going to go see The Hunger Games this weekend since that's when it finally comes out in Spain! Except, I still have to read the books -- or at least the first book -- before then so this week is crunch time!!
Not much happened last week. It was a little bit difficult getting back into the hang of things after nine days of vacation, but I survived. Today I brought my yearbook to school, and everyone always loves looking at it. (They don't have year books here.) If you're reading this and are planning on going on exchange (from the US), bring your yearbook!! It is perfect to show what school is like back home.
And now, please enjoy these random photos from the past two and a half weeks :)
Delicious tapas before seeing the processions |
Playing Guitar Hero with my host family and some friends :) |
An afternoon visiting Paula and Abuelo |
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