I took no photos today, possibly because my camera needed recharging, but more likely because JESUS DIED ON FRIDAY. Actually, I have no idea how to commemorate Holy Saturday, since we didn't really so much for it when I was a kid. It was really just the day between Good Friday and three days later, when Jesus rose again on Easter Sunday.
In the morning, my sister and I packed up our stuff and took a long, noisy walk with our roller bags across cobblestone sidewalks to a house on the next block. We greeted the lady who would be our host - a woman with a large house and many bedrooms who contracted with the hostel to provide beds to women if they had overflow. My sister and I climbed many stairs and set up in the nice bedroom with two beds.
If I am not mistaken, my sister and I then went to a Botanical Garden on this day, then had a nice Spanish lunch in a little diner. I ate olives as an appetizer, which was the beginning of my change of heart (or tongue, perhaps) about olives - at least good olives.
I do not remember much about the evening, but we likely saw some processions, then went to bed.
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