So guys, on Palm Sunday which was the day before yesterday I got up really early (8am hahah) in order to go to church. For all of you who didn't have the luck to be raised with all the great stories of Jesus and his gang (notice this pure sarcasm), Palm Sunday is celebrated as the day when Jesus was denied by Peter (lesson learnt, never trust Peters) three times and was condemned by Pontius Pilate (yes, keyboard Pilate not Pirate). At least that was what the service was all about. I, as a Roman Catholic raised person who doesn't actually believe in God (haha, the irony), have never been to an Anglican service In My Life (great Beatles song) before, therefore it was a whole new experience for me. Having grown up and actually still growing up in Europe, I am used to like huge and seriously old churches and cathedrals with lots of ornaments and stuff, you know, but New Zealand is not really famous for being one of the oldest countries, ergo the churches are relatively new, at least compared to Europe. So I entered that rather new and in my opinion quite ugly cathedral, called St Paul's Cathedral in Wellington City, but, beforehand I bought some really delicious food which I couldn't feast on because I didn't have time anymore. How sad. OK, now inside the church the first thing I did was turning off my mobile devices (we don't want somebody to call me on my phone and listening to the Rains of Castamere, wouldn't be that appropriate would it?) and then I had to pay attention. The woman sitting next to me seemed quite nice and without her I probably would not have survived the church trip because like seriously, she got one of the singing books for me, the programme and a cross out of palm material while we were walking around the entire cathedral, in my eyes, a really weird thing to do during a service but well, they also had a donkey which was like the highlight of the day for me. After our trip through church we had to sing, nothing wrong with that... that means if you actually know what you are supposed to sing. I had no clue and my new won friend helped me out - again. After a while of listening to some people talking and performing a role play I suddenly realized that there should be the nice bread one always gets at church, no idea what it is called, anyway, after this realization I was a lot happier and was really looking forward to the rest, especially the bread. When the moment came I was walking as fast as I could but not too fast of course (I'm still inside a church right?) towards the person with the bread and then, fianlly, I got my long desired bread. What I unfortunately hadn't considered was that they'd give me wine, too, I couldn't refuse so I had to take a sip and it was absolutely horrible. I seriously can't stand that taste and all the delightful bread taste was gone at once. I was walking back to my seat, relatively grumpy, because of the terrible taste of wine in my mouth but well, there was nothing I could do, so I just endured it. The singing and talking of all the people at the front came to end and the pastor asked us to go outside and let a photo of everyone get taken due to that special day (when had Palm Sunday become such an important day?) but the donkey was outside there, too, which made me quite happy. OK, by then I'd eventually come to the purpose of my visit, which was an appointment with the organist of St Paul's Cathedral in order to get organ lessons during my time here in New Zealand. That appointment went quite well and frankly speaking, the whole procedure was worth it in the end hahahaha. The best part of the whole day actually was petting the donkey and feeding it with some carrots :3
So, that was my great adventure on Palm Sunday, I'm going to bed now
Yours truly,
Maggie
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