In Guadaira, Seville, Saint Josemaría told some university students what had happened to him the first time he came to Seville and watched a Holy Week procession. “I forgot what was happening around me. Looking at such a beautiful statue of the Blessed Virgin, I forgot I was in Seville or even in the street. Then someone tapped me on the shoulder, like this. I looked round and saw a countryman who told me: ‘Father, you haven’t seen nothing! Ours is the best one!’ At first it sounded like blasphemy. But afterwards I thought: ‘He’s right. When I show people portraits of my mother, even though I like them all, I also say: ‘this one,
this is the best one’.”