Whose 'corpus' is it, anyway?
On Sunday, 22 June, Toledo had its biggest festival of the year. Well, that is to say, it had the climax of its biggest festival of the year. Corpus Christi has been going on for God knows how long (and He really does know); at least since a week before I arrived here. The culmination of Corpus Christi week is a parade chock-full of priests, nuns, the military, local officials, the governor of Castilla-La Mancha (like the governor of Ohio), seminary students, old women, young women, old men, older men, and a seven-foot tall (2.13 m) gold and silver shrine that is the Corpus Christi; that is, the shrine contains the body of Christ.
It´s a sight to behold after an hour of parade to see the people´s reactions to the Corpus Christi. They throw rose petals from above, the clap and cheer, the tourists take photos, and the Archbishop of Toledo gives a speech about how the Corpus represents loving our fellow men, being like brothers and sisters, and generally treating each other nice. It sure beats the hell out of the Macy´s parade. How old is that mechanical turkey? Is it 500 years old? I didn´t think so.
Thankfully, TV sustains me when I´m not in class. I happened to flip through the channels and saw The A Team dubbed into Spanish. I can tell you with certainty that Mr. T transcends cultural boundaries, and that B.A. Barakus is a bad-ass in any language. I also caught Futurama and The Simpsons, as well as an episode of Cowboy Bebop that was dubbed into German for some reason.
In Madrid the other day, I had an interesting experience. While waiting in line at the ice cream stand (although in truth, there´s no line; whoever can get to the front first gets to order. Pushy Americans? How about pushy Europeans!), a large woman walked up to the counter and ordered one chocolate and one vanilla, in English. Imagine if you will a large woman going up there and assuming that the vendor speaks English. "Well of course he speaks English," she thinks to herself. "Who doesn´t?" I felt offended by her blatant disregard for the fact that she is a foreigner. The least she could do is ask if he spoke English (and truthfully, if you´re a vendor of anything in Madrid, you speak some English) instead of waltzing right in and thinking in that typical American way, "Of course everyone speaks the same langauge as I do. I´m American, and the world works at the pleasure of Americans." It may not have consciously gone through her mind, but that about sums up the attitude. They hate us for our freedom? No, they hate us because while we may have the world´s most powerful military and economy, we lack tact, something that seems to be inversely proportional to our power.
