The entire country shuts down this week with processions Thursday and Friday before Easter.
Every neighborhood across the country participates. The pagentry is mesmerizing.
Visiting Americans are usually taken aback by the klan-like robes. The centuries-old tradition behind wearing these robes was for the wearers to be anonymous before God with the conical hood stream lining the soul to the heavens as an act of forgiveness for past sins.
My favorite thing about the holiday season are the torrijas, a special bread made only at Easter.

Think crusty cinnamon with a lemon custard filling. Heaven. We got ours from La Duquesita in Malasana.