
The first week after Semana Blanca was long and so was the second, but we made up for it on the weekends hanging out and having a good time. My family and I packed off to Antequera the first weekend, and the second was graced with Vanessa's presence, but the real fun was yet to come.
My family headed off to America to see Angela, and also visit Chicago and New York. It felt strange to see them walk out the door, and as I closed it behind them I had the opportunity to contemplate two things that have become very evident to me. I am not very good at staying put, and I wish the Atlantic was smaller.
It was the first time I had ever really seen people that I had loved and lived with pack up and leave, even if it was just for 10 days. As the door shut and I returned to my coffee I was faced with a looming question, was I afraid of being alone? The answer was immediate, of course not; I thrive on it, even considering that notion was laughable. The truth is that I know the risks I run living my life like I do, forming the relationships, knowing the people, leaving bits of myself in places around the globe and I know that I have a lot to lose. Its not everyday though that they stare me right in the face though, and it was good to get a wakeup call and a new perspective on things.
Exchange gives you all kinds of life lessons from knowing who you are to how to navigate public transportation systems. It also leaves you with a distinct sense that the world is unfathomably huge and filled with secrets that must be discovered; while at the same time small because we are all the same on the inside and how can you be so far aways from family and places that are so familiar to you.
With those thoughts in hand I headed off to school, and on the way thought of all the amazing things I have gotten to see over the years and the amazing people who have helped me get to where I am. Thank you all.
Antonio Banderas at el Ejercito's demonstration Semana santa |
On Wednesday I finally got to see what Semana Santa is all about. My cousin and I headed out with her friends to get a good view of the processions. After some waiting and a beautiful sunset I caught my first glance, and it was astounding. Tronos, or huge decorated statues of Mary and Jesus covered with lowers and reliefs of precious metals, weighing tons, and carried by hundreds of men lit up the dark streets with nothing more than candles. Music filled the ears of the quiet crown as marching bands and penitents (that dress like, but have no relation to the KKK) accompanied the Tronos around the center of Malaga. I was completely in awe at the beauty of it all, and the general spirit of the city. There were 8 or so different processions every night until Friday, and the streets of Malaga were packed with people to
the point where it was difficult to move.
the point where it was difficult to move.

The Roman Bridge Cordoba |
La Mezquita Cordoba |
La Mezquita Cordoba |
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