There are few things more depressing than a rainy Semana Santa in Spain. Months and months of preparation literally down the drain. From the tears of the small children and disappointed monaguillos to the crestfallen costaleros, rain on this holiest of weeks really bursts a lot of bubbles. Yet, it has rained on almost every Semana Santa since I’ve been in Madrid. A sign from above, maybe?
Although more than a few processions were canceled or cut short by sinful rain this year, thankfully, a few managed to march on without problem here in the capital city. Here are a few photos from the Procesión de la Soledad from Real Iglesia de San Ginés or perhaps better known as that church near the famed Chocolatería San Ginés.
I’ll never forget my first Semana Santa in Spain. It was in Seville and I remember being doubtful that I would enjoy such a hearty religious event, but I loved everything about it.
Every. Single. Moment.
Like giddy, obsessive stalkers, we followed almost every ornate paso down packed Sevillan streets. We raced to beat them to certain corners just to marvel at how they maneuver around the narrow curves, watching the canopies sway back and forth. I remember how the lingering smell of incense and the wailing saetas enhanced the sight of the floating virgins and Jesus statues as they passed by. The distinct shouts of “arte!” or “vamo!” as el Capataz gave the order to lift. Still to this day, the emotion that surrounds La Macarena immediately brings tears to my eyes.
“Guapa, guapa y … guaaapa!”
Years later, I’m still thankful to Seville for instilling this enthusiasm I have for this inspirational event. I loved it then and I really hope I always will…