Semana Santa in Spain.
It's crazy. I mean, they have loads of big celebrations, but this is a really big one. From the beginning of the week there are these huge processions with holy statues which are carried around the city. It's hard to explain, you'd have to see it for yourself to see the scale of it.
The biggest day is the Thursday before Easter, which in Holland it's called 'White Thursday'. My friend Antonio walks in the most important procession starting from 0.00 until 14.00 the next day!
All in all, it was great fun, we hopped from bar to bar and house to house to follow some. My friend Paula invited us over to her flat and we had a great view plus she made the best food ever! I think we ate all before 11 and she was still expecting people to come over. Shame on us...
We spend all night awake. Barely. At 2 o'clock in the night we went to a friends office and were offered some snacks. At 6 we went to Nacho's house to watch the big one, the brotherhood of the Macarena (were my friend Antonio was walking in) and at 8 she finally passed as we received some coffee and breakfast. At 11 o'clock I finally layed in my bed and I never thought I could be sooo tired. At 5 the next day we all went for 'breakfast' with sleepy faces.
I'm glad I did it, I'm glad I survived it too. I don't think I will be doing this every year. Watch some, perfect. But not staying up all night. I need sleep. A lot. I am not ashamed of it. It's just who I am. I like sleeping. And I can sleep anywhere at any time.
So that's the short story about Semana Santa. Hasta la proxima!
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