jujube
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Starsong, LOL! Sounds like a fun trip.
When we visited Italy, I was more shocked by the real skeletons on display in some of the cathedrals. They seem to be an everyday part of life there.
There's a church in Naples that has a vial of dried blood that is *supposed* to be from a local saint. Every year on the saint's day, there's a big whoop-de-doo where the vial of dried blood is brought out in front of the church and everyone stands around waiting for it to turn back into liquid.
The fact that it *hasn't* turned back into liquid for...oh...five hundred years or so doesn't seem to much of a buzz-kill for the celebration. Neopolitans are UP for a good party.
The vial comes out at 9-ish. Everybody's all excited and crawling around on their knees.
About 10, everyone's knees start to hurt. At 11, everyone's getting hungry.
Around noon, the old ladies start insulting the saint and complaining about how he lets them down EVERY.SINGLE.YEAR! Basta!!! Sfigato! Stronzo! Cavolo! Coglione!
By one, only the die-hards are left and even the priests are getting discouraged.
At two, the vial goes back into the vault and everyone goes off to have some Campari and Limoncello, muttering "maybe next year" like a bunch of Baltimore Ravens fans.