Starting our last week here in Portugal.
Last night, we witnessed a procession of the Passion that started
in a small church built in 1498. It is right across the street from
our apartment, so we were able to watch from our balcony. The procession
followed some of the streets on its way to the current church. The
small
church only opens once a year, so we were lucky to be here for
that grand event. The traditions are certainly different from what we see back
home.