i’ve always been oblivious of easter

For the first sev­er­al years in U.K., I used to go to the class­room or the of­fice only to dis­cov­er no­body, fol­lowed by sus­pi­cion of some kind of mass ac­ci­dent (in­clud­ing zom­bie apoc­a­lypse), googling, and then I’d have a re­dis­cov­ery of East­er.

Oth­er times, I’d no­tice East­er a few days ear­li­er but not ear­ly enough to plan any­thing.

This year, I still had no plans un­til Wednes­day but de­cid­ed to go to An­dalu­sia (huge thanks to Na­dine for the help).

In Mála­ga, I came across this some kind of re­li­gious pa­rade and con­sid­ered my­self some­what lucky to see this.

That is of course un­til I re­alised this is ex­act­ly the kind of thing you should ex­pect to hap­pen around East­er.

I was still think­ing I chose a ran­dom date for my va­ca­tion.
 
 

—toshi oma­gari

Flom­mist Toshi Oma­gari fights many things, most re­cent of which is the auto-cor­rec­tion of his ti­tle to florist. Copy­right © 2017 Toshi Oma­gari.

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