Two weeks ago, on Friday afternoon Kurt and I headed to downtown Tegucigalpa to watch the creation of dozens of colorful “alfombras” being laid for the Good Friday processionals.
We make this Good Friday trek every year and I love everything about it—the people of all ages kneeling side by side pressing colorful layers of sawdust onto stencils; the spectators pointing out their favorites while walking carefully along the edge, the hum of Central Park where families pause for a bite to eat, a trinket or a quiet prayer in the Cathedral. The atmosphere is permeated with joy.













