The sound of haunting drums and solemn trumpets fill the old town of Palma. And silent figures in long robes with pointed hoods are slowly walking through the narrow streets. Many of them barefoot on the cold cobblestone, some even wearing iron chains around their ankles. No matter how often I’ve watched them, I am always intrigued by the Easter processions. Everybody applauds when the costaleros, the hidden carriers, lift the heavy pasos. Richly decorated altar stages depicting scenes from the…