I went to three nearby villages to see if there were celebrations, but I found only empty churches and this horse happily grazing.
Not to be thwarted on my mission, I headed into the city, which had its normal chaos caused by protests and blockades, only adding to the festivities.
Eventually, I made it to La Soledad where I was lucky to catch a mass. The church was filled and I stood, watched and listened. I love how people hold their niños dios so tenderly.
A ray of sun blesses this one.
There was communion and then people filed into the back courtyard for the blessings.
This gentleman sitting and waiting.
Then getting showered with Holy Water.
All shapes and sizes.
"Hello. This is God. Hang up the phone or I am going to ask the sister to hit you instead of bless you."
Blessings abounded. I was lucky to be standing close and was doused several times.
Love that drop of water.... and her face.
Afterwards, time to bask in the sun and relax.
That is the smile of a blessed woman, isn't it? She was so happy, she radiated.
More in a bit.
1 comment:
Thanks, Christopher.
Wish I was there, rather than here pushing snow around.
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