We had two miracles yesterday in Triana. First, my new computer arrived! It has been a long time on iPad and a borrowed machine, and I'm excited to be setting up my new MacBook Pro. As always, that takes a lot of doing, but it is actually great timing to do some serious housecleaning on the computer front. The path to getting it was not without significant hiccups, but so far it has been great, and it will make blog posting (not to mention work) so much easier.
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| The Virgin out for a walk in Triana! |
The second miracle was much more Sevillanista. We went out for tapas dinner last night -- three really differenting types of great little fishes to eat whole, and Ingrid and Elias split some apparently extremely tender and delicious pork jowls. Oh, and a great baked soft cheese (
Rulo de Cabra) with a chili jam and a caramelized onion jam on the side. But that wasn't the miracle, just another night of interesting tapas in the neighborhood. On leaving, and walking the block and a half to our flat, we saw the street was completely blocked off with hundreds of people. Friday they had decorated two of the nearby side streets, but we had no idea why. Ingrid had also heard a marching band while Elias and I were out, but we hadn't seen anything. Then all of a sudden was this giant crowd of people. We could see some priests and their
monaguillos, and further up a large marching band, but mostly just people milling around. Since the crowd was all gathered in front of our flat, we went in and upstairs to our plant-filled 2nd-floor (3rd floor in US terminology) to watch.
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| Costaleros waiting to take over carrying the Virgin |
There were the hundreds of people hanging out, talking, and smoking, including a dozen or so
costaleros, weight-lifter shaped men with cloth belts and head scarves that nearly cover their eyes then drape down their backs. Suddenly, the miracle! The Virgin was out for a walk! Not sure which of the churches she strolled out from, sitting on a huge, silver platform and surrounded by flowers, carried by
costaleros hidden under the platform. The priests waved their incense, both bands played, and they marched on, with the Virgin stopping just below us. There the tired
costaleros were replaced by fresh ones, and after a bit, the party moved on.
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| The Virgin takes a rest right in front of our flat. |
Now just waiting for two more miracles. For my shipment of supplements to be released from customs and for the
Delegación de Educación to finally decide which school Elias can attend (so far he as missed 3 days of school, because the school can't admit him until the
Delegación says so). Maybe tomorrow is another day of miracles? At least I'll be able to unlock my iPhone and Elias can enroll in the conservatory, but those would be minor miracles, at best.
The second miracle was much more Sevillanista. We went out for tapas dinner last night -- three really differenting types of great little fishes to eat whole, and Ingrid and Elias split some apparently extremely tender and delicious pork jowls. Oh, and a great baked soft cheese (Rulo de Cabra) with a chili jam and a caramelized onion jam on the side. But that wasn't the miracle, just another night of interesting tapas in the neighborhood. On leaving, and walking the block and a half to our flat, we saw the street was completely blocked off with hundreds of people. Friday they had decorated two of the nearby side streets, but we had no idea why. Ingrid had also heard a marching band while Elias and I were out, but we hadn't seen anything. Then all of a sudden was this giant crowd of people. We could see some priests and their monaguillos, and further up a large marching band, but mostly just people milling around. Since the crowd was all gathered in front of our flat, we went in and upstairs to our plant-filled 2nd-floor (3rd floor in US terminology) to watch. 
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