Vía Crucis de Santiponce: Semana Santa Lite
Torches lined the gravel path, which inclined ever-so-slightly upwards. Mari Carmen had taken hold of my arm and was pulling me forward through the crowds as pebbles rolled out of…
Seville Snapshots: Palm Sunday Processions
I packed my bag hurriedly but with purpose: I'd need sunscreen, lipstick, a street map and my camera with long-distance lens. Nothing more, nothing less. I locked the door and…
Seville Snapshots: Costaleros Practicing for Holy Week
The capataz knocks once. As if mechanically, the 40-off men beneath the wooden structure heave together, resting on their heels, hands gripping the wooden beams above their heads. A second…
My Favorite Holy Week Bars in Seville
Danny and I decided to make one last stop for the night, mostly fueled by our bladders than our ganas for another beer. I ordered a Coke and dipped into…