The calm and quiet reflection unravels all knots.
- Harold MacMillanSan Juan is the name given to the festivity of summer solstice in most of Spain. Here at home in the Canary Islands, we celebrate the longest day of the year on the 24th of June, in honour of Jean Baptiste, San Juan Bautista in Spanish.
The modern festivities of today, lead us to the nearest beaches in the city. Here in Las Palmas we head over to Las Canteras, where the beach sees probably one of its biggest crowds of the year. Bonfires are lit in the beach, and the sand is crowded with keen youngsters celebrating the end of their academic year and the start of the Summer. Many believe in burning their notes and books, which are now useless to them. However, the festivity of San Juan comes from a long time ago and in some ways hasnt changed all that much.
San Juan follows the ancient traditions of the Roman Empire. During those times, the sky was considered to be the home of Gods, heaven you could say. Everything that happened in the skies was considered to be divine, and therefore celebrated or feared.
And just as the arrival of spring was a sign of renewal and beginning, (even the original Roman calendar began in the month of Martius 'March') the arrival of the summer solstice was a negative signal. The fact that from that time the days were getting shorter and the darkness will gain ground in the light was not good. Thus a series of rites were performed in order to counteract this negative effect. One of these ancient pagan solar rites consisted in making a round-shaped kink with a hole in the center symbolizing the solar disk, the open air eating soaked in sweet wine.
Today these ancient traditions haven differed much. On the eve of the 24th of June, I headed out to Playa Las Canteras, a beach situated a mere 5 minutes away from my house. The whole beach was packed, actually way overcrowded would do it more justice. There were people of all ages. Some in the sand having BBQs and drinking away, others standing in the footpath expectantly waiting for it to be 12 and thus watch the fireworks go.
I personally just headed down to the beach to watch something I had missed out on, these last few years. It was also another excuse just to have a get together with friends, and possibly meet other friends at the beach, whom I had not seen in years. The whole experience was amazing. But what surprised me more is that thousands of years ago, a very similar ritual took place. I wonder how many people actually know about this? and I would like to think that come another 1000 years will this still keep happening?
History is an interesting thing. A lot of people feel that it is one of the most pointless subjects in life, and that there is no need to know anything about it. But I find that we always need to know how we have got to a current situation. Some event in the past will always lead to what we are today, and the knowledge of these events make us wiser, and less prone to making any mistakes made before.
Below I have left you a small video with the fireworks display at the beach this year, the real show was much more longer.
Farewell, God knows when we shall meet again.
Rishi...