Palm Sunday
Palm Sunday was celebrated the way I´m used to, with a procession and palms. We met down at the chapel on the highway, read some readings, then processed up to the parish for mass.
Palms ready to be distributed |
Organizing the procession |
Leaving the chapel |
Holy Monday – Señor de los
Temblores
Nothing special happens at my home parish on Holy Monday. It couldn't
be more different here.
Monday was the celebration of Señor de los Temblores (Our Lord of
Earthquakes). The official procession is in Cusco, and thousands of
people follow Señor de los Temblores as he is carried to all the
churches. In Andahuaylillas, there's only one Catholic church so they
carried the cross around the town instead. Along the way we stopped
often to pray (and so that the men carrying the cross could rest). It
was the first time I've witnessed a Latin American procession. I was
impressed by the devotion and care for the cross that people showed.
The beginning of the procession |
Mountain in the background |
As it got dark with lit candles |
The procession passing by our house (on the left) before finishing at the church |
Holy Wednesday
Students
in Boston are used to having a three day weekend during Holy Week.
Students in Andahuaylillas get a four day weekend (Thursday-Sunday).
So Wednesday was the last day of school for the week. School ended an
hour early for students. After the students left, the teachers from
all three levels (inicial,
primaria, secundaria)
celebrated a mass with Padre Eddy.* After mass we had lunch together.
The main plate was sopa
de viernes
(Friday soup) which is a traditional Good Friday dish. It's made with
eggs, cheese, mussels, habas,
and of course, potatoes. It reminded me of chowder. I could taste the
sea with every rubbery bite of the mussels; it tasted like summers in
Gloucester.
The
teachers from inicial
made peach guiso
which is like canned peaches infused with cinnamon, but the peaches
are fresh. Primaria
contributed
pastel
de choclo
which is the Andean version of cornbread. Each teacher had to bring a
bag will 2 cobs worth of peeled choclo.
Choclo
is
more work than corn. You husk it the same way, but to make pastel
de choclo you
have to peel each kernal. It was slow work, especially for this
gringo
who's
never cooked with choclo
in his life. During recess, some of the other profes
helped me finish of my peeling.
This is what choclo kernals look like |
The
lunch was a nice way to mark Holy Week as a combined staff. It fit
well with Padre Eddy's desire to bring the staffs from the different
levels closer together. I appreciated feeling welcome, as well as not
being the newest face in the room (several people have joined the
staff since the school year started last month). While I will never
have the full status of most profes
-
my impermanence and lack of proper training make that impossible –
I was reminded at this meal that I have a place at Fe y Alegría No.
44.
*I think I mentioned Pd. Eddy before. He's the new director of Fe y
Alegría.
Holy Thursday
Holy Thursday mass is, in my mother's words, “the mass of
community.” Jesus needed to have that last supper with his closest
friends before he could face the pain and terror of the coming days.
He needed a goodbye party of sorts. He needed to draw from their
strength and love for him to be able to express his strength and love
for them.
Holy Thursday mass had a few fun surprises up its sleeve. My
favorite was the wheel of bells that was spun during the Gloria. It's
about 2 feet in diameter and built into the wall near the altar. I
never noticed it until one of the altar servers stuck a large hook
into the wheel and began cranking. Thank goodness my sister wasn't
there with me; it was so unexpected that between the two of us it
would taken all our will to not burst out laughing loudly. The other
surprise was also auditory. It was a box with metal hinges on the
sides that sounds like firecrackers when shook. The visiting priest
from Lima whipped his head around when someone started shaking it. As
loud and unexpected as both were, I liked them. Sometimes we got to
make some big noise to our big God.
Good Friday
Wow, this was a really long day. One of the Good Friday traditions is
that the youth of the town get up before dawn and run a few miles to
pick flowers. We made plans with some friends to leave at 2:30. I
woke up at 2:20 to find Erin and Theresa knocking at my door. It was
pouring rain outside. We didn't hear anything from our friends, so we
went back to sleep. At 5:30 our friend Malú knocked on the house
door. Instead of running a few miles, we walked for just one. We
spent about 2 hours picking flowers before we returned to the house.
Erin, Theresa, and Malú picking flowers |
But
what are the flowers for, you ask. They're for making alfombras,
I answer. Alfombras
– literally “carpets” -
are
made out on the street with flower petals. People put hours into
making the alfombras
only
to see them destroyed as the procession passes over it. They are a
beautiful meditation on impermanence. Beauty is created and destroyed
within just a day, but people are still willing to wake up at 2 and
spend their whole morning pouring their creativity into their work.
An alfombra down the street from our house |
We
made a small alfombra
on the floor of the parish. Theresa did the design.
Our alfombra lasted about twenty minutes before it was
destroyed as we processed out of the parish carrying Jesus and the
Virgin Mary. Jesus wasn't carried on the cross. He was taken down off
the cross and placed inside a coffin. The Good Friday procession was
a funeral procession for Jesus. It added a lot of heaviness to the
tradition. The Virgin Mary followed behind Jesus, dressed all in
black.
The men carrying the coffin leading the procession. |
The hermandad that was in charge of organizing the procession and hosting the post procession party |
The cross that lead the procession |
The Good Friday procession was really two processions. One crowd
walked with Jesus's coffin, the other walked behind with the Holy
Mother. We ducked out of the crowd with Jesus halfway through to walk
with Mary. I've never given much thought to Mary's passion. Walking
with Mary I focused on her sorrow of watching her son tortured,
humiliated, and killed. No parent should have to bury a child. I
wonder if, while watching her son die on the cross, Mary got mad at
God. Did she think, “this isn't what I signed up for.” She took a
big risk when she said yes to God at the annunciation, and on Good
Friday all that she got from that risk was taken away. It also made
me wonder about her reunion with her risen son on Easter. Would that
every murdered son - and daughter - could be returned to their mother
after three days in the tomb.
Theresa and María (Spanish worker who is a friend) |
Erin and Theresa |
Victoria held my candle while I took pictures |
People threw flower petals on the coffin as it passed by their houses. |
Virgen Mary's procession following Jesus's procession |
Virgen Mary lit up at night |
The procession lasted almost four hours. It was the biggest Stations
of the Cross crowd I'd ever seen.
Holy Saturday
God is dead on Holy Saturday, so there's no church service. Some
people take advantage of the lack of God's watchful eye to steal corn
from other people's chakras. Apparently it's the only day of the year
this is ok.
We didn't steal anyone's corn (God may have been dead but our
consciences weren't). Theresa and I spent the day helping out with a
youth retreat for the graduating seniors at Fe y Alegría. Jacqueline
had to work at the parish to help at the retreat being hosted there.
In the evening we watched the Swedish version of Girl with the
Dragon Tattoo. All in all, a chill day on my end.
Easter Sunday
Easter Sunday began at 3am. We headed to the parish for pre-mass
choir practice. Mass began at 4. The Vigil mass is the holiest mass
of the year and therefore it's pretty long. The sun had come out by
the time mass ended. Virgin Mary was carried out to the plaza after
mass. This time, she was wearing robes of white.
When
we got home, most of the crew went to sleep. I did what I've done so
many Sunday mornings, I made bread. I brought pieces of Monkey bread
(recipe from a new bread book Mom sent down) out to some of the
señoras who cook at the parish. They are always so generous to me;
it felt nice to be able to share something back. I also gave some to
the woman who runs the oven as a thank you because she gave me some
yeast free of charge. Hay
que compartir lo que hay
– you have to share what you have. I also made a loaf of easter egg
bread for our easter meal.
Sweet Potato Monkey bread |
Easter Egg bread |
I
zonked out hard around 3. Theresa woke me up around 5 because Yésica,
my cusqueña host sister, was visiting and wanted to say hi. It
reminded me that I should call her family and make a plan to visit
some weekend this month. After Yesi left we were invited across the
street to drink chicha
(corn
beer). We had an interesting conversation with some Peruvians about
how Holy Week celebrations have changed in the last two generations,
and the differences in the relationship between the city of Cusco and
the communities. “TV ruined everything,” was one man's
conclusion. “People lost pride in their work in the chakras
after
TV happened. Then so many people left their communities for the city
just looking to make more money. It really hurt the culture.”
For dinner Victoria made Nutella rolls (also from the new bread
book). I had my usual Sunday night skype with the family, and it was
time for bed. Holy Week was over. But as Nannie reminded me, there's
49 days left in Easter so we can keep on celebrating.
Easter Brunch |
*Thanks to editors Luke and Nora Hill who called my attention to numerous typos. I should double their salaries.*
Thank you for this written procession through your Holy Week, dear Ben. I just love the photos, your descriptions, and observations.
ResponderBorrarAt the risk of upstaging Nora and your Dad, I'll point out that you need to correct the "muscles" in the sopa de viernes of Holy Wednesday. (No, no, no need to double my salary. That's on the house.)
much love, MA
Oops. They definitely mentioned that one. Somehow I missed it twice!
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