Saludos desde Inglaterra!
It’s been a little while, but I’m back in the glorious South of England with my family for the Easter Holidays. But I realised that I hadn’t quite covered Las Fallas in my last post, so, here goes…
A few weeks ago in Valencia, we celebrated Las Fallas; a wonderfully loud and colourful festival exclusive to VLC that had been building up for about three weeks. There really is nothing like it, and it’s definitely something that you have to see. However, beware that the explosions seemed enough to be in the middle of a war, and the amount of 3 year olds throwing fireworks in the streets was enough to make me quiver in fearevery.single.day.
Isn’t it humiliating when the Falla on the left has better eyebrows than you?
Also, if you haven’t lived in Spain, it’ll serve you well to know (just in case) that a party doesn’t start in Spain until about midnight. The street parties in my barrio during Fallas, right outside my bedroom window meant the DJ Juan and DJ Pedro didn’t turn off the Enrique Iglesias until 4AM. It wouldn’t have been too bad, but I’ve spent the majority of my time in Spain being ill (where are those violins?). Thus, by that time, I really had had enough.
But apart from the early morning fiestas and 3 year olds with fireworks, it really was fabulous. It really would never be allowed in The UK, there are too many killjoys.
For anyone who doesn’t have the slightest inkling of quite what Las Fallas is, I would say it’s similar to England’s Bonfire Night in the sense of setting light to things, but don’t hold me to that. It’s a Valencian tradition that celebrates the arrival of a new season, where past items are burnt in order to welcome the new. Huge Fallas are built, which are like big plastic statues, but artistic ones. These Fallas are put in the middle of the streets all over VLC to be gawped at by both locals and tourists. Roads all around the city are cut off and marching bands erupt in every corner of every district. Once you see how detailed and beautiful some of these Fallas are, you really do wonder why on earth would they be set alight? It’s ok, don’t get an emotional attachment… They build different ones every year.
The Fallas are all so immaculately detailed, it’s an incredible thing to see!
My Dad and Jill also came over for Fallas, which made for a really good weekend, especially for showing them around the city whilst it was at its most vibrant state. We put on our Valencian scarves and went to watch some incredible fireworks over the Turía, and the Fallas.
We found so many new parts of the city (I’ll be popping them on to my next post). We had such a lovely time and I was so happy to see them!
Finally, here’s some burning stuff.. 3 stages of burning!
After a short hop over Northern Spain and a skip over France, I arrived back in The UK for two weeks. I decided to come home during my second semester because I stayed in France for 6 months without coming home to the green, chilly island that will always be home. I missed it a lot.
I made a little impromptu trip to London with Lee for the Ideal Homes Exposition… And looked at all of the swimming pools that I can’t afford for the house that I don’t have. We went for a stroll to Buckingham Palace, Soho and Harrods, too. (
I didn’t go for tea with The Queen, sorry to disappoint! )
Seeing as my dog missed the Fallas, I decided to make him become a Fallero for a day with a scarf… He doesn’t look too impressed, but it was for my own amusement… Sorry, Alfred!
I have just loved being at home with my parents and my dogs. I’ve had the loveliest time, and done a horrendous amount of shopping, an equally agonising amount of running, and absolutely no work.
I hope you enjoyed this post, it’s rather on the long side, what with all of the photos!
Gracias por leer, hasta la próxima!
Amy + Louie