Fallas has ended, and I can’t wait to talk about it. A lot has happened, so I am going to break up the major events into several posts so I don’t make an overwhelmingly long post.
Before coming to Valencia, I had never heard of Fallas. Even when I arrived in January, people would talk about it so nonchalantly that I never gave it a second thought. But when we came back from Berlin a week before Fallas and found double the amount of tourists in the streets, churro stands everywhere, and monuments being built, we knew it was going to be big. If you have never heard of the festival, you can read about its history in my La Crida post.
We came back on a Sunday night, and everything seemed normal. It was not until the next morning that I realized how many people there were in the streets, how many more fried food options there were, how much louder the city was, and how awesome the next week was going to be.
There were light shows every single night starting at 8pm, and would repeat every thirty minutes. If you know me, you know that I LOVE lights. Show me some pretty lights, and you have won me over. You can say I was in heaven.
I have never seen so many fireworks in my life. The frequency of explosives not only surprised me but also the beauty and loudness of their fireworks shows. Every single day at 2pm, there was “la mascleta” in Plaza Ayuntamiento, the main square in Valencia. These fireworks focus more on the noise versus the visual appeal, although there were some very pretty shows on some days. It was a daytime firework show louder than anything you will experience. Thousands of people packed into the square to watch the explosions and get their ears blown out.
If we were in America, we would never be allowed to get that close to a fireworks display. However, there we were about 20 feet from where they were lighting up dangerous explosives. Every single time I watched them, I feared for my life. I swear either my ears were going to blow out, my phone microphone would blow, or I would get hit by a firework (and I did). Then at night, they lit up the castillos. These night time shows were more about visuals than the noise, although the finale was always extremely loud. It would go on for 15 minutes and end with a huge bang. These were probably my favorite part of fallas.
In addition, literally every other person had fireworks and would set them off right next to you. Even little babies played with miniature fireworks. To add to all of the explosive noises, marching bands walked through the streets every morning. I felt like I was in a war zone with all of the chaos and noise. It was one of the loudest weeks I have ever experienced, but completely worth it.