Semana Santa Part 3: Easter Morning
Liz only had a short time here in Guatemala City on Easter
Sunday. Her flight left around 12:30pm,
which meant we only had until about 10am to do…anything. Liz really wanted to see the Easter
festivities in Guatemala, since she was well aware it would probably be her only time in Guatemala for Holy Week. So I did a
little research, and we set of for Zone 1 to try and catch a procession in the
morning.
Each year during Holy Week in Guatemala, elaborate alfombras
(carpets) are designed on the streets, made of colored sawdust and plants and
flowers. Then a procession of people
holding up floats bearing images of the Lenten story moves slowly down the
street, walking over the alfombra. The
processions happen the entire 40 days of Lent, but are most impressive in
Antigua and during Semana Santa.
Going to Antigua was out of the question, but we knew that
Guatemala City would have its own processions.
I found that one procession would leave at 8am arrive at the Catedral
Metropolitana at noon. While we wouldn’t
be at the cathedral to see its arrival and enjoy the festivities, I figured we
could meet it along the route and see it at least.
So Liz and I left my house at 8am, stopping to pick up
Christy on the way. When we arrived in Zone
1, preparations for a huge party were already half set up in the main plaza. Food vendors and artisans were in the process
of opening their booths, and purple fabric cordoning off the streets marked the
reason for the celebration.
After consulting a map of the procession’s route, we set off
down a street hoping to run into it. By
9:30am, we’d seen no sign of the procession, so we stopped to ask several municipal
police officers about the route and where we might run into it. We followed the officer’s directions to the
letter, but saw no sign of a procession advancing towards us. We did, however, see one alfombra in its
beginning stages of creation (just a background of pine needles, no design or
anything), and we thought we heard a procession at one point and ran to catch
it—but it turned out to be just a church group singing and handing out
balloons.
Disappointed, we headed back to the central plaza where we
snapped a few photos and wandered a bit before realizing it was 9:50 and we
should probably head for the car and towards the airport.
We plugged in Waze to get the fastest route from zone 1 to
the airport, and we were on our way.
Soon, we turned a corner, though, and found cars stopped up ahead. We’d run right into—the procession. I pulled over, and we all hopped out and
walked up to the intersection, just in time to witness the whole thing.
So in the end, Liz saw alfombras, the towering floats of the
Virgin Mary and Jesus Resurrected, and the multitudes of people following the
procession. She smelled the incense and
heard the fire crackers thrown down to announce the risen lord’s arrival.
And the timing was perfect—the procession passed, the street
opened, and we arrived at the airport exactly 2 hours before her flight was
scheduled to leave. Couldn’t have asked
for a better Easter morning.
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