Mexican Easter

Talent for a few pennies a day - Good Friday with two disciples yet to be carved



Jesus before the stations - he was actually being whipped but the red is paint



Our beach - usually only has one or two families on this end of the beach - this is the other end of the spectrum on holy Saturday

 We met the two very serious young seminarians at Maundy Thursday, and they did blink when I told them to sit down so I could wash their feet.  That wasn't scripted, but the priest laughed - and the congregation except for Robert and me didn't join in.  An invitation to join the procession along the malecon the next day saw us joining them, (the priest and his wife), who also fed us breakfast.  The crowd yelled the things that were in the Bible, the guards whipped Jesus, the horses pooped  as the "centurions" let the way along the malecon.  The street was shut down and the crowd was serious and intense.  We lasted three or four stations and took a cab back to our car.  Too much reality - strange.  It was moving, difficult, and out of whack - but that was what happened, according to the Bible.  All the words we have read in services over the years, being shouted in Spanish, with whips slashing at Jesus and the cross - too much.
Saturday we joined the priest, wife and the two seminarians, who don't speak much English for hamburger dinners at the condo where we will store our boat for the summer.  We got a load of San Diego Diocese church politics, which were astonishing and sad for a church that is inclusive and open.  Unh huh.  I asked the seminarians, who by now have loosened up, if it was the same down here.  Yep.  Sunday's service was lovely in the palapa, with a baptism and feast afterwards and then the beach.  Ah yes, the sand so hot you can't walk on it without zoris and the water full of kids, boogie boards and screaming and yelling and people jammed next to each other as if they were all relation. Who knows, they might be.  Good fun.