I was walking down Calle General Manso in Cornella de Llobregat, Spain when as if on some pre-arranged signal not available to foreigners all these midget sized nuns dressed in black with the weird turned-up flying-nun Sally Field style hoods came flooding out of doorways from both sides of the street. I was an American Sears Tower among a flock of four-foot tall hooded Catalan Sisters. They were on their way to a Mardi Gras Parade and they weren't really nuns but kids playing the part of the good ole Catholic days of King Philip's Spain.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Flying Nuns
I was walking down Calle General Manso in Cornella de Llobregat, Spain when as if on some pre-arranged signal not available to foreigners all these midget sized nuns dressed in black with the weird turned-up flying-nun Sally Field style hoods came flooding out of doorways from both sides of the street. I was an American Sears Tower among a flock of four-foot tall hooded Catalan Sisters. They were on their way to a Mardi Gras Parade and they weren't really nuns but kids playing the part of the good ole Catholic days of King Philip's Spain.
