Venerdi Santo
I awoke to what sounded like cannon fire at 5:30 this morning. It marks the beginning of the Maria Addolorata, Mary’s pain and sorrow, and the procession of her statue to every church in town. This is Mary’s search for her son, and supposedly the procession was to go down our street, but instead of getting up to look, I tried to fall back asleep. I realize my suffering is nothing compared to what’s being commemorated, but…. I just want to feel better.
The last leg of the procession was to end at the Mother Church around noon-12:30.
I made a walk down to the pharmacy mid morning to get something for this ear and throat pain. I’m sure I need a decongestant. I stood in the line for my favorite pharmacist, but evidently a queue is merely a suggestion. I got cut off by a man, then an elderly woman. So I got someone else. As usual, I explained my ailments and said I need a decongestant. She was sure I needed a spray. She consulted with a team member, a guy (rare here), who agreed on the spray. My head was hurting. They’re usually spot-on, but I can’t hear, I hurt all over, and I just wanted to get home. I’ll take both, I said.
The decongestant took about an hour to work, but when it kicked in, I felt better. Although I still can’t hear. I’ll try the spray tonight.
We walked down to the church. I look like Shrek. I tried covering up my face with my night-driving glasses, but honestly, I just look like Shrek with glasses.
The piazza had junk vendors and a few people, but we were early. And Mary had a lot of churches to cover before finding Jesus on the cross at the Mother Church. We saw Alessandro with Agnese and Ettore right away, and soon afterward, noticed the procession coming up the street.
“Volete un caffe?” Alessandro asked. We have time for a caffe before the procession reaches the church. We do? I guess it is called espresso!
We slammed them and hustled back to the church, watching the procession come into the piazza to first stop in the little chapel.
Although Ettore was a little over the thrill of all this, Alessandro is great with him, and he did ok. Agnese found her bestie, Carla, and another friend. They are all pretty cute together. The procession came into the church.
I’ve put in a lot of churching in the past couple of weeks! But it is culturally magical, and though it is a solemn retelling, everyone’s spirits are bubbly and the community embraces one another. We made our way out of the church. Agnese put on a commendable performance demonstrating her difficulty in walking. She found a solution.
We got home and I crashed. For a couple of hours. I feel better but not great. It’s the drugs doing their work.
Joe and I heard church music around 5:30, and walked back down to the piazza. Entering the church, we saw actual Germans, looking at the list of event times on the bulletin board. Backpacks, hiking shoes, windbreakers and all. I was surprised they didn’t reach out to me. Shrek is German, right?
Today is a fasting day. Bread and water (although I’m eating Saltines instead of bread). Joe’s not fasting, but I know the food orgy that awaits us. I’m making room.
We head to the church soon. I’m posting the list events for future reference.
We saw Vincenzo crossing the piazza toward us. After wishing him a Happy Birthday, he suggested we sit in his clubhouse across the street, since it’s chilly tonight (what happened to the warm weather?). During that time, Elena texted that Ettore fell asleep, and Giuseppe is now getting sick. She won’t be joining us. But, Vincenzo is great company, and a good narrator, complete with sound effects.
I’ll post a big smattering of photos and videos, in some semblance of order. The processions follow the stations of the cross, but focus largely on the sorrow of Mary. It might help the non-religious to think of it as the Macy’s Parade for Catholics. Many “floats” bedecked with fragrant, luscious flowers slowly move through the streets.
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