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Good Friday in Barcelona

So… Good Friday is kind of a thing here. Many of the towns in Spain are known for their Good Friday processions. I was curious to see what all the fuss is about, so I made my way to Plaça Catalunya to see the processions. Here is a slice of my Good Friday experience in BCN.

Barclona Spain

As you will see from the photos, the parades are somewhat sinister, accompanied by a droning drum beat and a marching band; playing lagrima this, and lagrima that. Just to clear the air, I should tell you about the tradition of the hood – perhaps what stands out most (from an American perspective) about these parades. In years past the men of the town would carry these floats down through the streets of the village. The floats are very heavy and difficult to carry, so it became a thing of pride or “machismo” to see who was carrying the heaviest one. In order to disguise the bearers, they developed the tradition wearing the hoods during the parades… or that’s what I’ve been told anyway.

Barclona, Spain

Barclona, Spain

“on every occasion I’ll be ready for the funeral”

Barclona, Spain

Barclona, Spain

Barclona, Spain

Oh you know, just an average day of walking barefoot through the streets, dragging my chains behind me.

Barclona, Spain

converse and incense

Santa Maria Del Pi, Barcelona

The church where I attended service (on accident) this evening. It was in Catalan, different to be sure.

Santa Maria Del Pi, Barcelona

Santa Maria Del Pi, Barcelona

Santa Maria Del Pi, Barcelona

Santa Maria Del Pi, Barcelona

Organ music, yes please!

Santa Maria Del Pi, Barcelona

After the service, we headed to a café for something to drink. We were served chocolate bendito (Spanish style hot chocolate with a bit of alcohol; blessed indeed.) and peppered wine with holy host wafers made by nuns. After finishing the last sips of our pious wine and chocolate, we rambled back into the streets just in time to find these guys again just passing by Plaza del Pi.

Oooo, it looks even better by night.

Processions

travel photography

There she is, The Virgin. To be honest I’m not sure which one… I think Macarena.

I ended up joining the procession for a few to get some shots of the float. Ha. Well, would you really expect any less of me?

I think this is one of my favorites of the evening.

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  • Josh Butler - ohmygosh all the photos on your site are SO FREAKING AMAZING!!! really love them… seriously, enchanting… i’ve got to go to europe now :)ReplyCancel

  • Ken Boehlke - Converse and Incense
    When I was a kid, I was an Altar Boy. We had to wear those hot robes in the summer and so we would take off our dress shirts for our undershirts, but we didn’t get to wear sneakers.ReplyCancel

    • admin - Wow, sounds like a tough job. Sorry you didn’t get to wear the converse. 😉ReplyCancel

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