Madrid

Go Jesus, go Jesus, go Jesus, go, go, go.
That's just one of the chants ringing out across Madrid. You hear it on the street, in the metro, in McDonalds, anywhere there are pilgrims ... and they are everywhere. The number of visitors to Madrid has been severely underestimated as Spanish people from all over the country join the pilgrims. It is a real party atmosphere, much like it was for WYD in Sydney or for the 2000 Olympics. Groups of pilgrims sporting national colours singing and chanting at other groups. The shout, where are you from? is common.

And just about everyone is happy. Yes there was a bit of trouble with a few protestors at Sol the other night, but in the big picture of open friendship, it did not rate. It received more coverage at home than it did here and we were only a few kms away.

As I indicated at the close of the last post we have had some sickness issues with lack of hydration, exposure to sun and lack of sleep. As a result, I missed the opening gathering for all Australians here in Madrid and the opening Mass that evening.

There have been organizational challenges and the weather, (did I mention it was hot?) has certainly played its part. The sun is blisteringly hot and there is precious little shade. However, none of that has diminished the excitement, enthusiasm or enjoyment of the pilgrims. Despite the inherent difficulties the pilgrims are approaching everything in a positive manner because this is a pilgrimage, not a holiday, and in part that means sacrifice.

I have a lot more to write about, but I think I'll divide Madrid into sections. But, before I go, one remarkable thing I have found is that it doesn't matter how many times you explain to someone you don't speak their language, they will still speak to you in a rapid, animated fashion. We all do it.

Adios, for now.