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"This reminds me of a music festival," my friend Charlotte said to me as we sat on a color-stained curb with four brochures outlining the day's Semana Santa procession routes open in front of us. "We need to figure out where each procession will be so we can plan our day to see them all." Almost every day for the two and a half weeks I'd been living in Antigua I'd run into a Lent-induced procession somewhere in town. They grew in size and number during Semana Santa - Holy Week - the days leading up to Easter. Larger and larger...

Saturday night, having nothing better to do with my time (insert frowny face here), I decided to play Easter Bunny and go out Easter egging houses. No, this didn't involve me donning my ears for Hef: And no, it didn't involve chucking raw eggs at people's houses either. My version of egging houses involved dying up some Easter eggs and making jelly bean filled baskets for my friends. I made little notes that looked like this: (not signing my real name, of course) and headed out at around 11 at night to drop them off. I got to MattH's house around...