The Holy Week processions of Spanish cities and towns are quite well known around the world- capes and pointed hats, dozens of strong men moving great platforms with statues on, step by step, drumbeats, brass bands, chains clanking, crowds falling silent, ‘saetas’ sung to the Virgin from the roadside or from balconies- the details are not so familiar, perhaps, but the idea is not new to anyone who has travelled or read a little.
There are other festival activities which are known anecdotally- in Buñol, in
Nearby, in Almagro, at this time of year the Council gets a piglet which lives in the town for a month being fed by the townspeople. Then it is raffled off and becomes bacon, I imagine. This year's pig is called Obama. I can’t vouch for any of this, I speak from hearsay.
In Calzada, also nearby, people come from all over the province on Good Friday to play ‘cruces’, a simple coin-tossing game on which enormous sums are staked. It becomes, for one day, the biggest casino in