This week I realised a long-held dream to be in Spain for Holy Week. As it turned out, it was more by accident than design that we happened to be in Alicante on Palm Sunday; it was only after booking that we discovered it would coincide with the start of the Semana Santa processions. Having seen photos and footage of the more famous processions in Seville, I was half expecting something with an eerie or almost sinister edge. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Instead, it was a dignified, solemn, respectful and above all family occasion with men, women and children of all ages joining together to celebrate and continue this most particular of religious spectacles. Happy Easter.
The Dappled Butterfly 