Went to the famous Madrugada el viernes santo, and had a GREAT spot on Calle Pureza (Thanks again, to Cristina, la mejor hermana española)
Un sitio muy bueno, gracias a mi hermana aquí, tiran pedales de rosas blancas desde el balcón, incienso llena el aire, la gente espera desde 22, canta, "Viiivvaa....La Esperaaaanzzaa de Triiiaaanaa!!!" un banda magnífico, más q 2000 nazarenos, y una joven con tanto entusiasmo tener las esampitas. "La Esperaaaaanzzzaaaa....guua
Being up close, you notice the subtle differences among those marching. They became more human to me, rather than lines of identical, caped, hooded figures. Most obviously, each Hermandad had their own colors, and the nazarenos who march before the Cristo are often different colors than those who march before the Virgen. It's so much more intimate seeing their eyes through the holes of their caps, their hands holding the giant candles each in a slightly different manner, the ay they carry themselves. But some march in their socks, still others barefoot. Many give out estampitas, each one different images of their Jesus and/or María figure that they buy themselves. As for La Esperanza, they dress in velvet and leave the church at 2:10, cold, cold, cold....and march until about 2 in the afternoon, in the heat of the 77 degree F sun today. It really is a sacrifice! Lots of practice, Such commitment! I think, in addition to appreciating the beauty of the pasos and music from the marching bands, many Spaniards come out to show their respect for the nazarenos. They do not seem hokey or silly nor strike me as eerie KKK look alikes any longer. And that's not even to mention the cuadrillos, 40 or so men who carrying the pasos...
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