Monday, March 12, 2012
Genarín
It was almost a year ago that I got to witness the world's best, and most blasphemous, Easter celebrations. León, Spain--for a town whose centre is dominated by an imposing cathedral, and whose citizens are so devout the days leading up to Easter are a stream of hooded processions, they sure mix things up with wild, debaucherous festivities paying hommage to... a dead drunk.
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