Wonder, Amazement And Thumping Drums: Semana Santa in Jerez de la Frontera

Never have I experienced anything so, if you'llfollowed.
excuse the cliche, spine-tingling, as Easter in Spain.When the procession was ready to move off
I have read about the atmosphere, seen photosagain one of the brethren would tap three times
of the immaculately decorated floats (Tronos) andon the front of the Trono, then one drum would
watched the emotive processions on TV. Butstart beating slowly, joined by another, then
none of that prepared me for what I was aboutanother, and then all of a sudden, the Trono
to experience on arrival in Jerez de la Frontera, inwould be lifted with a mighty gasp from the
the heart of Andalucía.crowd and a cry of guapa. The band launched into
We arrived in Jerez on the night of Maundyone of its emotive numbers, and the march
Thursday and were instantly drawn into thestarted again.
overwhelming ambience which had been buildingOne of the most emotive sights we witnessed
up with daily processions since Palm Sunday. Wewas when the Tronos would sway in time with
followed the din of the pounding drums, not reallythe music. Imagine being totally indulged in the
knowing what to expect as we approached therhythm of the band so that you subconsciously
crowd ahead. There were hundreds of people allstart to move in time with it. You see the Trono
seeming impatient, children on the shoulders ofapproaching, filling you with awe. The brethren
their fathers blowing toy trumpets, womencarrying the float have an arduous job just lifting
dressed as if going to a funeral. The volume ofit, but now they are moving from side to side,
the music grew to a thunderous level. And thenmaking it sway so that the statue on it appears
there it was: the first Trono we had ever seen into be walking towards you, one shoulder in front
real life: Our Lady of the Immaculate Conception.of the other. They don't do it often, but when
It was lit with hundreds of candles which castthey do, the brethren are rewarded with heartfelt
shadows on the face of Our Lady, and as sheapplause by the crowd.
drew closer, she seemed to look me straight inThere were no processions on Easter Saturday
the eye. She was so beautiful, dressed in herwhich gave us the opportunity to enjoy even
exquisite, flowing burgundy and gold velvet gown.more sightseeing in Jerez and take the smooth
The first of many shivers prickled the back ofand efficient Andalucía Express into
my neck as the spicy scent of incense infiltratedCádiz.
my nostrils.On the morning of Easter Sunday, we excitedly
We finally retired to bed in the early hours ofleft our hotel and followed the crowds to one of
Friday morning after following the procession andthe main squares where we could see the
then joining hundreds of hungry Spaniards forprocession approaching in the distance. The mood
tapas. As the processions go on all through thein the crowd was different from Good Friday:
night, our sleep was disturbed on severalupbeat, not sombre. Everyone was dressed to
occasions by trumpet blast and thumping drumsimpress in vibrant colours rather than the black of
outside our hotel! But it didn't matter; it was anthe past few days of mourning.
accepted part of the celebrations.The music was triumphant instead of sombre and
The morning of Good Friday was spent dartingthe church bells resonated their passionate chimes
from street to street trying to head off thewhilst the parade marched past. The parade was
processions to get a full frontal view. We sawa real patchwork of colour and people: women
three different brotherhoods that morning, eachwearing white mantillas held in place with ornate
parading their own spectacularly ornate Trono. Ibrooches; immaculately dressed children carrying
read that the brotherhoods spend monthscandles and ringing little bells; local dignitaries
preparing for the Easter processions; practicingflaunting their pristine banners.
their marches and polishing those amazing floats.The procession lasted two hours and culminated
You can see the evidence of this as soon as youat the Cathedral, where the achingly heavy Trono
lay eyes on them.bearing Christ of the Resurrection was carried,
The Good Friday processions are followed bywith utter eminence, up steps and slopes, to the
penitents who wear the renowned pointedentrance, where in a rapture of applause, it
headdresses and flowing gowns. Men, women anddisappeared inside and all fell quiet around Jerez.
children were marching in these costumes,At around 5pm, crowds started to reconvene
carrying large candles and heavy crosses. Someoutside the cathedral and with a solo trumpet
of them were barefoot.blast, the doors of the cathedral opened wide and
The morning processions subsided aroundout came every Trono that had been involved in
lunchtime and all fell quiet in Jerez, leaving us tothe week-long processions. This Easter Sunday
visit some of the sights.evening we saw some of the best parades of
the weekend. The feeling in the crowd was
At around 5pm, that now familiar beating drumuplifted, the mood one of hope, happiness and
stimulated a distant band to strike up theirjoy, and even the incense smelt different -
notorious sound. We joined the hundreds of eagersweeter.
onlookers lining the streets just outside our hotel.This weekend was a tremendous experience. I
The distinct and mesmerising sound of the bandwould recommend Semana Santa in Spain to be
drew closer in a gradual crescendo and we saw, inin the top five on any Traveller's Wish List.
the distance, the first of many TronosI did some homework before deciding in which
approaching. A feeling of wonderment came overSpanish city to spend Easter. It was clear that
me.some of the best processions were to be
The Tronos were led by priests, dressed inwitnessed in Seville, but the sheer depth of the
immaculate purple robes trimmed with crisp whitecrowds would make it impossible to get the
lace. The priests swung their incense burnersclose-up views I wanted. From my research, it
continuously, bellowing the intoxicating aroma intoseemed that Andalucía would be a good
the warm evening air.choice, and that a weekend in Jerez de la
Just before it reached us, the parade came to aFrontera would also give me the chance to visit
halt. The band stopped playing, and so began Elthe bodegas of the sherry-producing giants and
Silencio. Everyone was quiet, even the youngalso witness the Flamenco and Equestrian heritage
children. The silence lasted for a few minutes andfor which it is famed.
was incredibly moving. At this point, on two orBefore we left for Jerez, I obtained a timetable
three occasions over the weekend, we witnessedfrom the Tourist Office website, so that I could
a member of the crowd breaking into a saeta, ansee which Brethren were marching, where and
impromptu Flamenco style song. The singers'when. This proved very useful. Information
passion was profound; tears fell and handsbooklets were also available from the Tourist
pounding their chests. They sang praise, andOffice in Jerez.
heartfelt applause and tears from the crowd