Bombs Over Granada

Each morning I awake to the sounds of bombs bursting in the air directly above my little house. They’re not big ones, maybe 100 times larger than a typical North American firecracker. The problem is Bentley. These explosions drive him into barking fits.

While trying to shut him up I notice that the bombs sometimes explode almost directly overhead and sometimes they’re close to a mile distant. I put my theory maker to work and decided it must be kids; probably a gang thing.

Not quite! I found out today that its the Catholic church launching bombs from cathederals. It seems they’re trying to scare away bad spirits for the day; plus on the days of certain saints they have to scare them away again in the evening.

While quaint this practice isn’t popular with my neighbors. Or Bentley.