I was working as a tour manager in Madrid. My group of American students and I joined the marchers entering the Puerta Del Sol as we made our way across to our hotel. These teenagers then stood on the balcony shouting ‘No A La Guerra’ for hours, and were chuffed to be cheered in turn by the crowd. Which passed by our windows for hours and hours and hours and hours as we watched, stranded in our hotel by the crowds. I watched the footage from London in awe on my hotel television. An unforgettable afternoon.