My Fallas experience in Valencia was like none other I've ever had. The amount of people, the fire-crackers, the excitement, and of course the lighting of the fallas made for a wild event. The sheer size of these "ninots" or, tableaus are absolutely incredible. When I first came upon one of them; I was completely taken aback by its "3D-ness," if you will. There is a whole history of how this festival began, but I have failed to remember it.
I arrived in Valencia around 5:00pm as things were just starting to pick up, and took part in the festivities until 2:30am. The late hour didn't phase me because the city felt so alive. Watching the fires only gave me more energy, which was subdued by being pushed around waiting to get on one of the buses. Did I mention that I had also been slightly hosed down my the firemen who were keeping the fire under control? With my damp hair and dirty clothing, I finally made my way onto a bus. At about 7:00am, our bus pulled into Pl. Catalunya, back in Barcelona. Still smelling of ash, I arrived home and dove into my bed to sleep a few more hours.
For me, pictures seem to sum things up better than words ever could...
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