I’m currently in Starbucks along Avenida de Constitution in Sevilla writing some of my long overdue blog entries. Starbucks is easily my favorite place to write entries for my blog. I love watching the people and being inspired or just sitting back with a cup of tea and basking in memories. Right now I’m admiring the procession of Nazarenes in their conical hooded robes. Seeing as it’s nighttime and the Nazarenes outside are all dressed in black with only a red cross embroidered on their sleeve, holding large pole-like candles, my cozy nest inside Starbucks seems to be a world entirely removed from the religious intensity outside. Once I get some decent pictures of the scene and I finish with my two entries I believe I will go outside to absorb the atmosphere. However, even from inside with the cheesy music playing over the speakers I can hear the deep rhythmic beats of the drums on this solemn day of Holy Friday commemorating the death of Jesus. Now you can hear a crashing crescendo as the bearers come ever closer to the Cathedral. The float passes by with the crucified Christ upheld on his cross between the two thieves, his sorrowful mother weeping below him. A pious young man reaches out to touch the float and the song of the marching band echoes in the hearts of the faithful. This is what I have come to see and to witness. This is what makes the tourists, the price gouging, the crowds and all the annoyances worthwhile – the piousness and beauty evident in each person who witnesses this moving ceremony. More Nazarenes pass by each carrying a wooden cross. Following behind, small children are dressed like their older relatives. The new generation celebrates in this ceremony as well. The process will live on and the religious shall not die out but continue on with the years. I want to weep for the beauty of this moment.