Entry of Jesus into Jerusalem — VIVENTE.
It began today, Palm Sunday, with the vivente Entrance of Jesus into Jerusalem. Having learned the route during last week’s 2-day San Giuseppe feast, I headed out for this morning’s procession.
What I hadn’t known, however, was that it wasn’t just a Living Christ that I’d encounter, but many of the Ciancianans, too, dressed in the sort of costume which, in my tiny mind, has always been limited to grammar school Christmas pageants.
Citizens of Cianciana
As he blessed our olive branches, I heard the priest refer to them as “Olive Palms,” and I started to guffaw, but as nobody else was laughing, I did my best imitation of a stifled cough and returned to listening mode.
And then, as quickly as they had arrived, they were suddenly gone. It had been odd and awesome.
Somewhat awestruck after the Vivente and the Benedizione, I went where I go every morning — Bar San Antonio.
Olive Palm
I set down my Olive Palm
…and listened to the ever-patient (with me) Gaetano
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