Las Cruces ushered in the first weekend of May – and it was one great celebration. Not knowing entirely what to expect, the weekend was full of surprises around every corner – quite literally!
Cruces, generally speaking, is one great botellón scattered across various locations in the city center. Neighborhoods and organizations participate by putting up a large cross that is decorated in red or white flowers then placed on altars of more flowers. Usually, a large tent accompanies the crosses where wafts of savory smells draw in large crowds who indulge in great food (chorizo, pimientos, salmorejo, pinxtos) and refreshing drinks (the rebujito – a mix of fino and Sprite – being the most popular)
Through the three days of Cruces, my friends and I made a goal of visiting as many of the crosses as possible, as each one definitely had something different to offer and share. Some were in beautiful plazas, in front of old churches, or historic centers. Other’s had amazing food, some were filled with students, others with adults. There were even some that were an oasis of peace and serenity amongst the madness that was Cruces.
At the end of the weekend, it was a partial relief that the festivities were over. Not only did it mean that other parties were just around the next weekend’s corner, but I would no longer spend long days out in the warm sun partaking in the endless food and drinks. It was a hard life to lead indeed.
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