It's almost 7 in the morning. Magda is one of the first to arrive at the Centelles church. "I dreamed that I lost the shotgun", she sighs. The captain of the Pine Festival arrives, and soon after the first mass begins.
Then they leave and the first shots are heard. Everyone runs to buy the bread and sausages that will give them strength for the day's milestone: cutting and loading a pine tree, putting it on a tractor and taking it into the Centelles church. They climb towards the forest. At 8 o'clock the coals are lit and mouths are filled with bread with sausage and wine.
The time is coming. The embers are extinguished and young and old approach the pine tree. A group of sailors maneuvers with the ropes and ties him up, before starting with the ax blows.
They continuously shout "Visca la Santa!" in honor of Santa Coloma. Already with the pine tree cut, the peak moment of the party begins. The way back to the village is a path of joy and ups and downs. Galejadors and blunderbusses shoot all the time.
Already in the square, they dance the Ball del Pi, before he arrives and they enter the church. There they hang him upside down with snowflakes and apples, amid shouts. "Long live Santa, long live Santa, long live Santa!" Of pagan origin, the Pine Festival brings together young and old, tradition and religion, and a love for roots stronger than those that support the pine tree.
The pine festival
It's almost 7 in the morning. Magda is one of the first to arrive at the Centelles church. "I dreamed that I lost the shotgun", she sighs. The captain of the Pine Festival arrives, and soon after the first mass begins.
Then they leave and the first shots are heard. Everyone runs to buy the bread and sausages that will give them strength for the day's milestone: cutting and loading a pine tree, putting it on a tractor and taking it into the Centelles church. They climb towards the forest. At 8 o'clock the coals are lit and mouths are filled with bread with sausage and wine.
The time is coming. The embers are extinguished and young and old approach the pine tree. A group of sailors maneuvers with the ropes and ties him up, before starting with the ax blows.
They continuously shout "Visca la Santa!" in honor of Santa Coloma. Already with the pine tree cut, the peak moment of the party begins. The way back to the village is a path of joy and ups and downs. Galejadors and blunderbusses shoot all the time.
Already in the square, they dance the Ball del Pi, before he arrives and they enter the church. There they hang him upside down with snowflakes and apples, amid shouts. "Long live Santa, long live Santa, long live Santa!" Of pagan origin, the Pine Festival brings together young and old, tradition and religion, and a love for roots stronger than those that support the pine tree.
The pine festival
It's almost 7 in the morning. Magda is one of the first to arrive at the Centelles church. "I dreamed that I lost the shotgun", she sighs. The captain of the Pine Festival arrives, and soon after the first mass begins.
Then they leave and the first shots are heard. Everyone runs to buy the bread and sausages that will give them strength for the day's milestone: cutting and loading a pine tree, putting it on a tractor and taking it into the Centelles church. They climb towards the forest. At 8 o'clock the coals are lit and mouths are filled with bread with sausage and wine.
The time is coming. The embers are extinguished and young and old approach the pine tree. A group of sailors maneuvers with the ropes and ties him up, before starting with the ax blows.
They continuously shout "Visca la Santa!" in honor of Santa Coloma. Already with the pine tree cut, the peak moment of the party begins. The way back to the village is a path of joy and ups and downs. Galejadors and blunderbusses shoot all the time.
Already in the square, they dance the Ball del Pi, before he arrives and they enter the church. There they hang him upside down with snowflakes and apples, amid shouts. "Long live Santa, long live Santa, long live Santa!" Of pagan origin, the Pine Festival brings together young and old, tradition and religion, and a love for roots stronger than those that support the pine tree.
Marc Asensio
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