Sunday, April 11, 2010

La Semana Santa Increible part 2

Just a few more photos! Pat gets credit for taking most of these.

Carpets in progress on Calle del Arco. (A sawdust alfombra is closest, and one of pine needles behind.)

Garden of Eden alfombra complete with Adam and Eve Barbies in the bottom left corner!

That’s. All. Sawdust. WOW.

Still in progress with stencils and sawdust, 6:45am, Good Friday.

The Jesus float on Good Friday from a block and a half away. It’s tough to get through the crowd sometimes… This float will walk over all of the alfombras seen above at some point throughout the day. It left the church at 4am, and won’t return until 2am Saturday. Pat and I saw it again around 9pm, but the pictures didn’t turn out at night. One word to describe it at night? I’d say haunting.

La Semana Santa Increible part 1

After writing what’s below I need to add this comment: My explanations here are based on my estimations and perceptions of what just happened in Antigua. In no way is my account complete, entirely accurate, or encompassing of the incredible acts performed during the weeks of Lent and Semana Santa. The photos do no justice, either, but a visual helps a bit.

I would be amiss to not include the splendor of Antigua in it’s peak of cultural celebration. All during Cuaresma (Quick language lesson…cuarenta=40, Cuaresma=Lent, a period of 40 days), churches put up velaciones—I’ve mentioned these Holy Vigils before, it’s a huge representation of a Bible story—and perform weekly processions carrying elaborate floats of Jesus and the Virgin Mary, followed by bands playing funeral marches through the streets.

During Semana Santa, Antigueῆos make alfombras (carpets) out of colored sawdust, pine needles, flowers, fruits and vegetables and other creative materials. They can be up to 50 feet long and 10 feet wide (by my estimations) and are created over the cobblestone streets using giant stencils over which they spoon the sawdust from scaffolds a foot above the ground. Most alfombras take anywhere from 6-12 hours to produce with typically a group of 5 or more people working at once. Intricacy varies from carpet to carpet as you wander the streets gawking at the creations, and no two are alike from year to year.

Alfombra in progress, laying on scaffolding, carefully adding rosebuds to the diamond shape in the middle of the design.

Sawdust alfombra made in front of Pollo Chapincito, a little fried chicken restaurant on my street. Yes, that is a whole chicken and gravy cup sitting on a plate, as an offering.

Something to note: Alfombras are created as offerings. There are no cash prizes for the most intricate or time consuming, there is no sign on the corner saying, "Jill created this alfombra, she deserves a cookie." Alfombras are an incredible act of anonymous devotion. As the carriers of the processions walk over the sawdust, the intricate designs are muddled, and immediately after the procession passes, a clean-up crew follows with brooms and shovels.

Alfombra made of pine needles and vegetables, complete with a mini arch at the other end! Pat and I came across this one around 6:30am on Good Friday—the streets were packed, as most people leave their houses at 4am to see the procession leave the church that day. We were such lazy bums.

Processions are dramatic, beautiful, emotional events. Every church in the area creates floats to be carried by up to 90 people, each toting near 100 pounds on one shoulder, depicting Jesus carrying his cross, or Mary weeping in prayer. The brotherhoods associated with each church raise money for and create the float, and organize the encargados (carriers). On the day of the procession, a procession may leave the church at 11am and walk the city streets until 2am. The encargados trade places beneath the float every block, and I have heard estimates of 6,000 men being part of one procession.


It’s tough to get the full view, but this Palm Sunday float is over 100 feet long, about 10 feet wide , and is being carried by 90 men.

The typical order of performance goes like this: a drum and flute player in cucurucho walk first, announcing the coming of the procession. Then comes another cucurucho swinging incense, and more men lining either side of the street, making way for the float. Often then we see representations of the saints or apostles, sometimes carried on poles in pieces of art, sometimes carried as statues by 4 cucuruchos. More incense, sometimes men wearing the uniform of a Roman soldier, sometimes men representing various characters like Pontius Pilate or judges. Important: none of these characters walk over the alfombras. As the float comes through, some of the cucuruchos carrying the float walk over the sawdust, but mostly the carpet passes under Jesus and the Virgin Mary and then is swept away. First, the Jesus float passes, followed by a 20 or 30 piece marching band, then more incense and women lining both sides of the street, dressed in traditional black veils. Women carry the Virgin float, up to 50 women in each block-long turn, as this float is not as long nor heavy as Jesus’. Following Mary, another band of the same size, playing yet a different funeral durge.

Maundy Thursday procession entering the Cathedral in Central Park, after walking the streets for 12 hours. The blue light is the huge float, Pat and I were standing in a crowd of about 500, so pardon the lack of zoom on my little camera.

Then come the brooms, shovels and trash truck to clean everything up, and following that, vendors with cotton candy, cucurucho dolls and other random paraphernalia that tends to ruin the beautiful devotion that has just passed.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Happiness part 2

The short version: Pat came! We had FUN!


Waiting for the Domingo de Ramos (Palm Sunday) procession to pass through Parque San Sebastian (over Pat’s left shoulder are cucuruchos—men wearing the purple and white uniform, waiting to carry processional floats)

The long version: Patrick and I spent the week staring at each other, for the most part, not wholly believing that we were spending time together in a place like this. We, too, spent hours of every day walking the streets to see processions, alfombras and huge crowds, stopping now and then for a perfectly fresh Guatemalan cup of coffee, or a delightfully South American glass of red wine. We climbed a volcano, went to the beach, spent time with the Romero family (my hosts), applied and reapplied Aloe Vera and Caladryl. I even had a chance to explore Guatemalan cures for severe stomach pain when my lover didn’t feel well.


Our last few minutes at the Hotel Pez de Oro (Goldfish Hotel) at Monterrico beach were spent outside the bungalows near the pool. (The volcanic black sand beach left us a little toasted from the day before)

A couple of my favorite moments include the Pacaya experience and an evening spent at El Sabor del Tiempo…

Pacaya is one of several active volcanoes surrounding Antigua, and the climb is not for the faint of mind, body or soul. Pat and I tied our tennis shoes tight, packed a little backpack of snacks and thought we’d be good to go, as our guide provided no liability waivers to sign or “in case of death or injury” clauses to read. About halfway into the climb we were panting, exhausted and slipping around loose pumice stone, only to arrive at the flowing blaze orange lava at the peak, where some tourists were roasting marshmallows (over lava), some were lighting cigarettes (using lava) and others (like me) snapped their picture and got outta there. Did I mention there were at least 40 mph winds at the top of this volcano and I feared falling off several times? Oh and that the sun set, leaving us to find our way down the “hill” in complete pitch darkness? Terrifying? Yes. Worth every minute? Absolutely.


It was a little windy at the peak, but nice and toasty warm when sitting 1 foot from flowing lava


Between leaving the lava flow and beginning the trek down…

El Sabor del Tiempo is one of the charming, brick-ceilinged restaurants on the famous Calle del Arco. Patrick and I, after chasing processions and navigating intense crowds for several hours on Jueves Santo (Maundy Thursday), decided that it was time for a break. We happened upon this restaurant, found a candlelit table and ordered the most delicious wine and pizza you could imagine. Hours passed and while we sat talking, laughing, staring at each other and being us. It was so cozy and comforting to be there together, we could have stayed overnight if they had pillows on the menu.

We stayed about an hour after they closed their doors and as we walked the streets home, we passed groups of people starting the incredible alfombras in preparation for the Viernes Santo (Good Friday) processions. We stayed out walking until near 2am, and the streets looked as if it were mid afternoon, with people everywhere and a parade of Roman soldiers on horseback roaming around. A quick nap and we were up again at 6am to see the completed alfombras and the incredible processions of Jesus’ burial. Our marathon evening/morning ended with more great coffee and delicious eggs benedict, followed by a 10am nap.


Lovers in front of the arch after delicious pizza y vino.

And now, Back to Reality…
I’d be lying if I said my eyes were dry at the airport Monday morning. Saying goodbye to my parents caused the same allergic eye watering reaction, but Pat was there for comfort. Saying goodbye to Pat was near impossible. I sought my comfort this time at the Cinnabon inside Miraflores mall in G.City.

Going back to school Tuesday was bittersweet. I missed my students and was thrilled to see their refreshed and glowing faces, but it felt a bit like running 5 miles when you have been in bed for days. Now battling stomach pain, fever and possibly strep throat, I am longing to travel back in time to those vacation days…

Antigua is now empty of the street vendors and crowds, the house is empty of my former high school aged neighbors and the 10 extra family members who stayed for Holy Week. Apart from the 5am firecrackers lit off on birthdays (aka every day), this city is quieter than I have ever heard it before. What a difference a day makes!

To end on a brighter note, Happy April! I have heard it’s actually turning Spring in MN, congratulations to those of you wearing t-shirts in the beautiful 50 degree weather!
Love to all!

Happiness part 1

I have split this story up into parts in order to display more pictures, as there is a limit of 5 per post. This story is about my parents, the next is about Patrick and in the next few days I will have a beautifully written description of Antigua's Semana Santa, never fear.

The short version: My parents came! We had FUN!



My travel pals and I on Calle del Arco (Arch Street) during one of our many strolls.

The long version: From March 20th to April 5th, I have been in a fantasy world completely different from the daily life I lead here in Antigua. I ventured to Guatemala City to pick up my parents and nearly passed out with anticipation in the huge crowd awaiting arrivals. It felt so good to hug them!! We stayed together for the following 8 days at Porta Hotel Antigua (picture tropical paradise with amazing food and you’re almost there). We slept in beds with clouds for pillows, we ordered room service coffee each morning and leisurely met the day, we laid by the pool and had made to order omelets while practicing our Spanish with Alvaro, the omelet chef. We walked the streets for hours each day, viewing processions and alfombras, we climbed a mountain in a Danish army truck and rode horses through a huge coffee plantation. We had delicious dinners in front of live music and enjoyed churros for dessert often. Dad became an authority on Guatemalan building materials after a few visits to El Mástil (like Home Depot), and read a huge amount of the history and culture sections of my Lonely Planet Guatemala book, in order to give daily breakfast reports! Mama’s Spanish was put to huge use every day as she navigated the Artisan’s Market, made friends on every street, and got to know Doῆa Chiqui and the family! Everyone we encountered said they were so impressed that my parents spoke Spanish and were so interested in Guatemala.



Dad and I explored some cave-like ruins while Mom stayed above ground for the photo shoot.



Mom and I shared this view of the central park are from Palacio de las Capitanes (more ruins)


Mom, Dad, A Danish Army Truck and I. (Also, a pretty nice view of the entire Antigua valley)

Now Antigueῆo daily life isn’t bad by any means. I love walking the city solo, I love my school, my work and my home! I must, however, make it known how much love my parents for their adventurous spirits, their willingness to try new things and learn, and their appreciation for complete relaxation. I am so grateful for all that they did to make this vacay happen. It was a wonderful and much appreciated break from the daily routine and brought me a realization that my parents aren’t just parents, but make excellent world travel pals, as well!

Exactly one week after their arrival, the ‘rents and I made the trip to G.City’s La Aurora Airport to pick up another loved one: Patrick John! I nearly didn’t recognize him coming through the Arrivals door, and he almost didn’t see me in the huge crowd, but somehow we found one another amongst the chaos and shared one of those romantic movie moments where the crowd goes silent and the two main characters hug and kiss and stare into one another’s eyes for a moment of slow motion.

That evening, my parents, Pat and I had dinner at an entirely over the top fancy restaurant called Palacio de something… (someone’s old palace turned restaurant—we should have known). The four of us sat down and giggled like small children as 6 waiters and the maitre’d (pardon my French) flocked to our table to unfold our napkins, pour our water out of individual bottles and bring more bread as soon as we took our last chew. This was all before our dinners arrived, covered in shiny silver domes, accompanied by 4 waiters who dramatically revealed the delicacies below in one synchronized movement. Jeez. Delicious? Yes. Over the top ridiculous? Absolutely.


Possibly the happiest night I’ve spent in Antigua: 3 loved ones in Parque Central.

It was tough to say good bye to Mama y Papa on Palm Sunday morning, but I knew they would be in the capable hands of the first class flight crew all the way home!

To conclude in Happiness part 2