All of my previous trips in and outside of Spain have all had one thing in common: the weather. Some trips colder than others (Amsterdam for example) but never the less no journey with really enjoyable heat.
Alicia is from California where everything is beautiful and warm 24/7 and right by the ocean where going to the beach is easily accessible all the time. Understandably so, moving to a place like Madrid where it is landlocked and decently far from the ocean one could easily miss the water. Alica had been wanting to go to the beach forever and seeing as our last attempt in Valencia failed miserably it was time in our journey to go to somewhere warm and somewhere with an ocean.
So we decide for this trip we'd make a two day journey spending a full day and night in Malaga and then on the way home we'd stop in another famous city, Granada. Malaga was the trip where everything seemed to go right from beginning to end. The bus ride was easy and there was this instant feeling of warm beach comfort as soon as you walked off the bus. The town is essentially a beach town and has a sort of laid back feeling you would find in a place like the Jersey Shore where it is populated in the summer time and very slow during the winter. This was essentially the first trip where I felt like I was on "vacation" aka not doing anything but laying around and relaxing. I loved it.
Look mom, look dad, I finally found Hotel California!
So during this travel time an event is going on through Spain called Semana Santa or Holy Week. This is an annual celebration that happens, for a week, yes I said a week, which commemorates the Passion Of Jesus Christ with a gigantic parade thrown by the more religious brotherhood and fraternal Christians of the Catholic religion. It is essentially a week long Easter event with less eggs and more Jesus.
The full on celebration is held in some towns in Spain but not all which means depending on where you live you might not even realize it is going on. Madrid doesn't really do anything big for it and by the time we left for Malaga it was towards the end of Semana Santa and frankly I had forgotten about it.
Since we only had the night in Malaga before we left for Granada, Alicia and I decide to just explore the small town a little bit and see what it had to offer. Our hostel, which was by the beach was a bit away from the town center and as we got closer, we both heard loud noises from the distance and saw a lot of lights. We were about to walk into the Semana Santa parade. A stumbling into this Spanish cultural experience was truly wonderful. Up until this point the only other cultural celebration I got to experience in Spain was Fallas a couple months back and I've always been eager to observe more culture celebrations abroad. So it was truly a wonderful experience seeing all of this go down.
Semana Santa is a big deal. There is just no way around it, the streets were PACKED with people on either side leaving the middle open for the parade itself. Since this is a some what small beach town I wouldn't be surprised if most of its residents were at the parade itself. Everyone so happy and cheerful and the parade went on.
The parade itself was led by a multitude vibrate colored KKK looking members. But instead of hate filled human being these guys walk in pride and tradition garnets throughout the parade. I can only imagine how annoyed they were when the KKK were doing their thing in America. In between these guys were gigantic statues depict different scenes of the bible, most of them including Jesus in some way. They were huge structures to say the least.
The craziest part is all these structures are being carried by people and not on some sort of vechile.
Like I said, the crowd was everywhere.
Even the younger kids participated!