It’s hard for me to think that there are 1,088 days awaiting the arrival of the new Palm Sunday in Alicante since the last one was celebrated. Because, considering what the Official Race was like during the nightly parades, with empty boxes and stands, no one could say that the expectation was this high.
Given that the waters of the past have not moved the mill and the celebration is long over, one will have to point out the evidence: there will be no Official Race like our Rambla where the public has shown greater indifference than the one shown here. Holy week of reunification. Although the digital chronicles do not count him and no less television.
It would seem, from the outside, everything is perfect. The scene is perfect. Decoration, boxes, packaging. The passage of the Virgin of Great Power and Hope took place at nine o’clock at night with Vicente Cutanda next to the gateway and Pepe Espadero at the presidency. A reasonable hour for absolutely no one in the chairs set up from Gerona street to Portal de Elche (4 rows on each side). If you have to pay 3 Euros? I haven’t seen it anywhere and I don’t expect to see anything like it. Not counting the Flagellation that came later.
If you don’t know, this Friday’s balconies ticket prices in Alcoy 3.500 Euros and they get out. While Gran Poder and Esperanza passed on the Rambla, there was no one from Alicante in the lower part of the Rambla. A couple of zangolotinos with hamburgers and uninformed tourists who enter the gallery and sit for a while not knowing what they are seeing. No one got up when the images passed. My regiment went in.