We are already preparing our Easter trip. This year we have decided to spend these days in Calanda, the town where my father-in-law was born and where the family house still stands. Many of us are going to get together: sons, daughters, nephews, nieces, granddaughters, couples… we will remember the old days when grandmother Encarna was still there and a lot of people used to meet there. Although it will not be the same, because absences are always noticeable. But it is also a way to honor what we were taught and this is the unity of the family. I’m sure we will have a great time.
In addition, going to Calanda on these dates has the incentive of playing the drum, the “breaking of the hour”, the processions, the Via Crucis… a special Easter Week. We will dress in big and small tunics and we will play the drum. On Good Friday, at 12 o’clock, it is a heartbreaking feeling to hear the roar caused by hundreds of drums and bass drums that start to play at the same time, in what they call “la rompida de la hora” (the breaking of the hour). It is spectacular. I have the privilege that, despite my illness, all this noise does not cause me any harm and I can enjoy it.
So, I will let you know when I get back, how everything went. I hope you all have a great time; it is enough of not seeing the family, of not traveling, of becoming lonely and taciturn, of isolating ourselves, which is one of the consequences of this COVID that is still with us, but of which we must lose our fear, not the respect, but the fear.