

Words cannot begin to describe the experience of Holy Week, especially in Antigua, Guatemala. In this photo, members of a congregation are constructing an
alfombra, a carpet on the street in Antigua. Similarly to Mardi Gras in New Orleans, each day of Holy Week, beginning with Palm Sunday, has a theme and many, many processions sponsored by churches (Roman Catholic and Mayan Catholic) in every major city. Antigua is second only to Seville, Spain, for the attraction of thousands of international tourists and pilgrims. Campesinos come into the city for the week, especially for Good Friday, or Viernes Santo. The suffering of Jesus on Good Friday is the peak experience of the week. In the Protestant branch of Christianity, we think of Easter as the peak experience, but for many reasons, in Central America, and for most of Latin America, the people identify most with the suffering Christ.
In each procession, churches bring their statues out and use them on what we would call "floats" to dramatize themes and events in the Passion of the Christ during Holy Week. Good Friday processions begin at 2 am, with centurions on horseback, commemorating the arrest of Jesus and the interrogation by the Roman authorities. From then, processions are continuous. Holy Saturday is fairly quiet, and Easter is down-right anticlimactic. The highlight was Mass in the Cathedral today in Xela.
Quick recap of my itinerary so far:
Friday morning, arrival in Guatemala City; met by guide who informed me that due to Holy Friday, no buses were running to Xela; went to Antigua; no rooms available until mid-afternoon when a pension owner and housekeeper offered me a bed in her house. Since all was well in the end, I am glad I ended up in Antigua.
Saturday, van ride from Antigua to Xela by way of Panajachel, on Lago Atitlan. Must try to go back there for a day. Traffic had us
crawling toward Xela. Did I mention how people come out in droves from all over the world and from the countryside (el campo, los campesinos) in every vehicle imaginable, that made my ER chaplain's heart skip a lot of beats?
In Xela for Easter Sunday, was able to see the 11:00 mass, with sermon by the archbishop, the bishop, the cardinal, and even many young women and men as readers and servers of communion in the service in the cathedral. I was captivated by the indigenous dress of the Mayan congregants.
I took some long walks around town to find my school and begin to learn my way around this city that will be my home for five weeks. I am in a very comfortable guest house now. Xela has many fine restaurants in this neighborhood (Zone 1), around El Parque Central. Even McDonald's :-). Tonight I had Italian.
I have been quite pleased with my recall of previously learned Spanish, and am looking forward to my first day of class tomorrow.
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