Corpus Christi en Antigua

Okay, I lied. I´m logging in again - luxury of a hostel w/free internet and mid-afternoon thunderstorms. :)

By the time I finally dragged myself out this morning - after a tasty but curious omlette at the hostel - I stumbled into a fascinating religious procession just as it was about to start. It was something about the Body of Christ and happens only once a year. It was a mixture of priests, the devout, Catholic school kids, interested and faithful from all around, and military police. There were fire crackers (not the "ooh, pretty" fireworks one might usually think of, but simply fire crackers that made noise and smoked), a marching band reminiscent of a New Orleans funeral, flowers laid in the street, confetti thrown from the church, etc, etc. All in all, it was great - the kind of random thing that´s right up my alley when travelling.

Aside from that, just random walking about town, looking in on churches and ruins, and being invited in to Mass. (Seems like I may be going to Mass more these days than some Catholics I know... Odd.)