For some reason, it seems like I end up traveling during Easter season often. I’ve been woken up by a late-night Catholic ceremony where the priest, followed by a devout crowd, carries a cross to the cliffs of Corniglia in Cinque Terre. Stumbled upon a multi-denomination parade around the square in Santa Fe. And delighted in the sugary Easter delicacies in Genoa. So it should be no surprise that I ended up in Poland this year just before Easter. Here are a few of the traditions I learned about on my trip there.