On Thursday morning we headed from my neighborhood where the
procession started, following the trumpets and trombones slowly down the
street. We made our way into town where people were waiting for the saint to
pass and gradually melded into the processional crowd. I was greeted by
students, parents, and teachers along the way, reminding me that I do know a
good amount of people here, I have become part of this community.
We arrived at the church grounds where under the shade of a
giant tree mass was to take place. There were pews and plastic chairs, as well
as people standing in every corner. A live band was playing music before the
service, creating a tranquil atmosphere of celebration. For me it was a time of
reflection on how we celebrate. I continue to be amazed at what a strong sense
of community this country has. In times of difficulty or in times of
celebration, everyone is always there.
It just so happens that this town festival happens right around
my birthday so naturally it was a weekend of celebrating. I invited more people
than ever before at my birthday party, and that was just in the family! My host
mom and another family member cooked all the food, we all helped make and
decorate the cakes, and there was so much dancing. I was also serenaded with a
guitar their version of “Happy Birthday” and various ranchera songs. I had many
people tell me that even though I was far from my family, they wanted me to
know that they were my Nica family. Needless to say, I felt very special on my
23rd birthday.
There is nothing like being in the moment and feeling this
community, but here are some pictures to give an idea of what these
celebrations are like:
Procession to celebrate the patron saint
Cake decorating
Serving the food
Being serenaded
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