We knew the Festival in Valencia was supposed to be a damn sweet thing to see, but wow, we didn´t expect it to be like this. Go ahead and picture the club on a super packed night...shoulder to shoulder, smoke, and mass drinking...Ok, now multiply that by a million and blow the top off the building. That´s the scene at 2pm on any given day during the week long Fallas Festival. It is the celebration of Spring, which basically amounts to celebrating the 4th of July for a week straight. Kicked off by a mega fireworks display and noise rivaling a Pantera concert, the city shuts down for a mid day party. Drinking in the streets, no problem. For this week the motto must be ¨It´s noon somewhere.¨ Although I wish we could have stayed longer than a day, I just dont know how we would have survived it, or made it out with all of our belongings.
The city is also bursting with huge Floats at every street corner, each depicting, usually in satirical fashion, a piece of history or current event worth acknowledging. The floats, some costing upwards of a million dollars all have the same fate though...a death by flame to cap the festival off in style. What an expensive pile of ash.
Thinking that the festivities were done for the day, our next plan was to sober up and find the train station. We were wrong. ¨A bull fight, why not?¨ All week long starting at 5pm, several bulls are offered up each day to entertainment the people. There was no way we were going to miss this. It turned out being exactly what we expected, and we were happy to see it.