I never tire of the endless Saint celebrations bestowed on this fading Catholic country. Today was the celebration of Sant Ponç, the patron saint of Herbalists. Today’s excursion was planned weeks ago by my friend Teresa, who I think will become my official informant of all relevant activities of special interest happening in Barcelona. She took Ace and I to Carrer Hospital and we found stalls selling herbs used for remedies and cooking, dried fruit and fruit in syrup, and honey sold in different forms. This fair was consigned to Herbalists more than six centuries ago who every spring sold their healing herbs to the sickly. The celebration became Christianized (surprise) in the 1600s and is now dedicated to Saint Pointus.
I reveled in the colors and pleasant wafting aromas of herbs sold on the street. The official herb associated to Sant Ponç is rosemary. There will be a procession tonight that I will miss because I will be writing critical reviews and other assignments due this month.
Feliç Sant Ponç!
|I burst out laughing when the vendor told my friend Teresa not to tell lies in front of the customers when she remarked that she thought the licorice root was to dry to buy.|
|Snake ointment for burns and other skin afflictions.|
|Licorice root ready for chewing to settle digestive problems.|
|Licorice sold in gelatinous form.|
|My candied fruit ready to go home.|
|We ended our excursion at Plaza del Rei where Teresa and Ace engaged in deep conversation.|