Easter in Southern Spain: a Spine-tingling Experience

Never have I experienced anything so, ifduring the parades. The distinct and mesmerising
you’ll excuse the cliché, spine-tingling andsound of the band drew closer in a gradual
awe-inspiring.crescendo and we saw, in the distance, the first
Easter in Spain. I’ve read about it, I’veof many Tronos approaching.
seen the photos, I’ve watched it on TV. AndJust before it reached us, the parade came to a
now I can say that I have been there. What anhalt. The band stopped playing, and began 'El
experience!Silencio'. Everyone was totally quiet, even the
Firstly, I’m sure many people have readyoung children. The silence lasted for around three
about Easter in Spain and may think that it’sor four minutes and was incredibly moving. At this
something only those with a religious incline wouldpoint, on two or three occasions over the
appreciate. But this is simply not the case: yes itweekend, we witnessed a member of the crowd
helps if you have a bit of background on thebreaking into a ‘saeta’. This is an
Easter story, but to simply appreciate theimpromptu solo mantra, in a crude Flamenco
atmosphere, the sights and sounds, I reallystyle, and is aimed at the pausing Trono. The
don’t think you have to be a church-goer.passion of the singer was evident by their falling
If you are going to Spain for Easter, don’ttears, their outstretched arms, hands curled with
expect to get much sleep. We were woken onveins pronounced. They sang praise, continuing
several occasions by trumpet blast and thumpinguntil they had their say. Heartfelt applause and
drums outside our hotel at 1am, 2am, 3am, 4am...tears from the crowd followed.
the processions go on all through the night.Then the procession was ready to move off
Be prepared to drop everything at the sound ofagain. One of the brethren would tap three times
the marching bands! Whilst enjoying breakfast inon the front of the Trono, on what looks like a
the hotel one morning, we heard the notoriousdoor knocker.
beating drum and trumpet sound, and smelt theThen one drum would start beating slowly, joined
scent of incense wafting in through the open backby another, then another, then all of a sudden,
door. Within seconds, the dining room wasthe Trono would be lifted with a mighty sigh and
deserted; everyone had grabbed their camerasgasp from the crowd, who may even cry
and made for the back door – including the‘guapa’ or ‘guapo’ depending on
hotel staff! I followed them, and was met with awho the Trono depicts.  The band launches into
head-on view of one of the processions. To seeone of its emotive numbers, and the march
the march-past so close was thrilling, but to alsostarts again.
witness the emotion of those watching, was verySome of the Tronos are so amazing – if you
touching. Imagine these people who live and workare lucky to get a close up view then you
here; they see these processions year in, yearwon’t believe what you are seeing: filled with
out. But still, they down tools at the faintest inklingfresh and silk flowers, candles stood in highly
of a passing procession, and still, they watch, withpolished gold and silver candelabras, all set on
tears in their eyes, in awe, as the brethren carryintricately carved wood. The statues on them are
the amazing Tronos, and the bands march past.so life-like - they actually seem to be looking at
Before we went, I obtained a timetable from theyou.
Tourist Office website, so that I could see whichOne of the most emotive sights we witnessed
Brethren were marching, where and when. Thiswas when the brethren carrying the Tronos
proved very useful.would make them ‘sway’ in time with
We arrived in Jerez on the night of Maundythe music from the following bands. This really has
Thursday and were instantly thrown into anto be seen to understand, but I will try to explain:
electric atmosphere. We followed the sound ofimagine this amazing, emotive and very loud
the marching drums, not really knowing what tomusic, the crowds in awe, shouting their
expect. And then there it was: the first Trono weappreciation for the passing procession, you
had ever seen in real life: Our Lady of theindulge yourself in the rhythm of the music and
Immaculate Conception. It was dark, night time,actually start to move in time with it: then you
and the Trono was lit with hundreds of candles.see the Trono in the distance, moving towards
The candles cast shadows on the face of Ouryou. You are totally in tune with the beat of the
Lady, and as she drew closer, she seemed todrum, and your eyes are fixed on the face of
look me straight in the eye. She was so beautifulOur Lady, Our Lord or St John the Evangelist.
and was dressed in a flowing, rich red and goldThen you see them start to ‘walk’
velvet gown. The first of many shivers prickledtowards you, one shoulder in front of the other,
the back of my neck.‘swaying’ in time to the music. It is so
The morning of Good Friday was spent dartingreal, you actually forget that these are statues
from street to street, and running along withand the atmosphere enhances this feeling. The
other onlookers trying to ‘head off’ theswaying motion is met by applause and cheers
processions to get a full frontal view. We sawfrom the crowd, as it is appreciated how difficult
three different brotherhoods that morning, eachit must be for this effect to be achieved.
parading their own spectacularly ornate Trono. IOn Easter Sunday, we followed the entire
read that the brotherhoods spend monthsprocession from start to finish. We witnessed
preparing for the Easter processions; practicingsome amazing sights including exquisitely dressed
their marches and polishing those amazing floats.women wearing white Mantillas held in place by
You can see the evidence of this as soon as youintricate brooches, (on Friday they were wearing
lay eyes on them.black Mantillas) and brethren carrying heavy gilded
The Good Friday processions are followed bycrosses. And the sight of sights: the amazing
‘penitents’ who wear the renownedTrono of Christ of the Resurrection.
pointed headdresses and flowing gowns.  Men,The procession lasted two hours and culminated
women and children were marching in theseat the Cathedral, where the achingly heavy float
costumes, carrying large candles and heavywas carried, with utter eminence, up steps and
crosses. Some of them were barefoot.slopes, to the entrance, where in a rapture of
The morning processions subsided aroundapplause, it disappeared inside.
lunchtime and all fell quiet in Jerez, leaving us toAfter some hours inside the Cathedral, every
visit some of the sights.Trono that had been involved in the Semana
For a few hours you’d never believe whatSanta processions filed out around early evening,
you had been in the midst of that morning. Until,and we saw some of the best processions of the
that was, around 5pm, when that now familiarweekend. The feeling in the crowd was uplifted,
beating drum stimulated a distant band to strikethe mood one of hope, happiness and joy, and
up their notorious sound. We joined the hundredseven the incense smelt different.
of eager onlookers lining the streets just outsideThis weekend was such an experience, truly
our hotel. Our excellent front line view gave usheart-wrenching. Put this on your Traveller’s
the opportunity to witness exactly what happensWish List: Semana Santa in Spain!