In April 2009, Bill and I paid a visit to Barcelona, Spain. While we were there, I did some shopping. If you read my blogs, you might have noticed that I have a disgusting affection for scatological humor. Therefore, I was delighted when I first encountered caganers.
What is a caganer, you ask? It’s a sympathetic character from Catalan tradition. According to the Web site, Caganer.com, the caganer was an obliged figure in the Christmas cribs of the eighteenth century. At the time, people believed that the caganer’s “deposits” would enrich and fertilize the soil, thus promoting healthy crops. The caganer was also supposed to bring good health and calm to the body and soul. In other words, having a caganer was supposed to be good luck.
I purchased two caganers on our trip to Spain. One is a painted tile of a shepherd pooping. It’s hanging in my bathroom, of course. The other is a small pooping nun. Last night, Zane woke up in the middle of the night and threw up on the rug in our bedroom. Bill took him out, but on his way to the door, he rubbed up against my nun and knocked her off her perch. She broke in several pieces. Fortunately, I was able to glue her back together.
Now I have an excuse to go back to Barcelona. Not only is it a beautiful city full of interesting architecture, amazing food, beautiful beaches, and vibrant culture; it’s also a place where I can replace my broken pooping nun caganer!