|Flower Booth with a Sant Jordi Statue|
On April 23rd, la Diada de Sant Jordi, Barcelona is at its best, sort of like a child dressed up and behooved to behave for a
|Roses for Sale on Sant Jordi|
yellow rose here and perhaps picking up a red one (free with a book purchase)
next door. But it’s Sant Jordi, so the white-haired rose vendor doesn’t frown
at the young booksellers giving away what she’s working so hard to sell. Of course she doesn’t exactly beam at them with encouragement, either, but perhaps since they’re only giving away red roses, (much smaller than hers), she feels mollified.
Valentine’s Day, wherein couples gaze longingly into each other’s eyes and exchange roses and books, but here I am, my
mother-in-law Rosa’s arm tucked into mine, trying to navigate the crowds without
losing track of her or my husband, Jesus, a half-pace behind us.
|Sant Jordi and the (Papier Mache) Dragon|
I’m the princess, does that make his mother the dragon?
kiss. He cups his hands around my ear and whispers “thank you.” I smile wider and I wonder…what
if we’ve got the story wrong, and the princess saved St. George and the Dragon?
Middle East (England, Egypt, Russia, and Greece, among others).
|Roses for Sale on St. Jordi|