For our last full day here before we head to Hamburg to visit Lex, we got to witness Pilgrams taking a week long trip to Rosio, a small town on the boarder of Portugal. Why? It has something to do with Catholiscim; devotion here is really big. But as the masses paraded around the streets today, it seemed like a huge festival I was jealous I was not a part of. Everyone was wearing their flamenco dresses and the rainbow ruffles filled the streets. They clapped while they walked singing flamenco songs as traditionally dressed men played the guitar and drums. In the front there were men on horse back and women side saddle. In there rear were 26 white ox carts decorated with whimsical patterned curtains and lavish floral arrangements. The two wheeled carts were, of course, pulled by a team of oxen (also decked out in festive attire). They also have a silver float with a holy image of the virgin. Old women filled with passion hold on to the edge of the float, as a promise to fill in this pilgramage.
The journey on foot takes a couple of days to this little town that blossoms from a population of 1000 to a population of 10,000 for the festival. At night they have bonfires and music as they all camp out under the stars. Too bad we cant witness this part.
Picutres to come...when I´m not at an internet cafe
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