Inspired by Mel's post, I decided to show off where I'm headed at Easter weekend. No guessing game, though. As usual, we go up to the hills, heading north to the town where my parents live, right on the Spanish border. One of the great Easter traditions here in the north of Portugal includes going house to house in a quasi procession, led by the priest holding the crucifix. After the priest says somes prayers and blesses the house, villagers and family members kiss the cross and then greet the hosts of the house, wishing them well for the year, before running off to another house to repeat the same ritual. Needless to say that this involves high alcohol consumption so, as my parents' house is the very last one, it's always good fun watching the priest trip over his robes or muddling up the prayers. I have to say, I'm not big on the whole religious part of it, nor do I find it hygienic to be kissing a cross covered in all those germs, normally we just pretend to kiss it, but I do like to keep up traditions that are part of our heritage.
Here you can see the priest and his aides heading off for the the next house.
Here we have the town church, behind the centre square, where you can find an underground museum with Roman ruins
This is the old jail house that has been transformed into a wine cellar, promoting the local white wine.
To see what the rest of the class is showing and telling, check out Mel's Show & Tell.