Easter in Carriacou

So its Easter!

We had seen a sign in town that there was supposed to be a religious procession and decided to join. We were told by our 90 year old neighbor lady that it was supposed to start from the airport around 14 and end at the church next door with mass at 15.She led the way, followed by her dogs.

We joined. Though, around the corner she was picked up by a van giving her a ride. She pointed to us in a direction and off we went. And went…and went…

All of a sudden  we had flash backs from our not-so-successful first day of carnival in Tobago –and wondered whether we would actually see a procession. But, on the way, we admired the surroundings

And all of a sudden – there it was! A minivan driving in front with speakers on the roof, two women singing from inside of it, the followers joining in. A man carrying the cross being beaten by three men in construction helmets.

When we reached the last station, they pretended to nail him to the cross (accompanied by a lot of giggling from the crowd), it was quite a show. Not so much giggling from E though, who wanted to understand what was going on, naturally. I was not really prepared for the Jesus-lesson-to-a-three-year-old so had to improvise on the spot, maybe not as successful as I wished. Short version (hers) is now that Jesus was a good man, but some people thought he was evil and nailed him to a cross, he then died and was put in the ground, but then came back. And when people die we sing. (from an earlier explanation passing a funeral…)

We later joined mass in the church, but E was so restless and asking so many questions and we sneaked out mid-way. She kept asking where Jesus went and when he was coming back, and suggested we try another church and see if he was there.

The day ended with this magnificent view from our garden