|Hooded and cloaked to conceal their identities, the penitents |
walk solemnly. Many choose to walk barefoot, an additional
penance promised to God to absolve their sins.
Our nights in the pueblo have been late, the mood somber. We follow the priest up the main street to the town plaza as the float bearing Christ nailed to the cross maneuvers the tight corners of the callejon atop shoulders of school children. It is in a word, humbling. There are twelve stops along the way, each one just long enough for the costaleros to catch their breath and the priest to detail yet another station of the cross. The pueblo is quiet, pensive, respectful save for the wayward Vespa that buzzes down an empty sidestreet in hopes of finding an open bar to catch the last half of the futbol game. Tonight, this Good Friday, we will be back at the plaza for one last procession. The two brotherhoods of the pueblo will carry their floats atop the shoulders of weeping men. The two groups will weave in and out of our narrow pueblo streets until they meet in the main plaza thus reuiniting Mary and her Son.
|This float is called El Cristo de la Caridad It is mounted on a |
handcarved rosewood platform dating back to the early1500s &
weighs over 1500 kilos. And it was carried on the backs of men
who march in unsion underneath its massive weight.