I can hear thunder rumbling from the south in the distance. I hope it rains. It's been rather warm and humid these past few days. The cool breeze blowing through my bedroom windows carries with it a waft of rain. But that's all we get. The storm rumbles by. It doesn't rain as usual. Maybe tomorrow.
The Holy Week has come to an end and I'm dead tired. I had began the week hoping to relax and recharge for the following days with all the rush typical of the end of a semester. I certainly didn't expect nor look forward to being accompanist during the Holy Week celebrations. (I got asked at the last minute.) But looking back, I must say that I'm happy I did because I had fun learning about Gregorian chants and how to interpret chant music: I learned something new!
It's fiesta at the nearby barrio today--the patron of their little chapel is the Risen Christ--and I can hear a marching band coming down the main road to traditionally wake up the barrio residents and greet the Easter morning with music.
