Fallas.
Just the word makes my feet tremble in anticipation.
But seriously, this is a week of street life. A week of fireworks, huge statues the size of skyscrapers, covered in colorful, intricate designs, blocking off traffic. No school, no buses running through the center. Just fun, life in the sun, no sleep (Nope, I am not prepared! and fro some, it's already started...).
And today was the first mazcleta!
Mazcleta (n.): show of fireworks, not appreciated for the beauty of the colors and sparks, but for the NOISE, the earthquake-like, rhythmic booming (yes, there is a rhythm to the madness) of the fireworks going off. Finishes in a...well, in a mezcleta of explosions that shakes the very center of you until you can't help but let go and yell in anticipation, along with the 5908 other people surrounding you. Claustrophobes, be warned.
The girls and I rushed out of class to jump into a metro sardine-packed full of young students and equally eager non-natives to go see this Valencian phenomenon, even though our native madres and professors all tell us that they happen daily throughout March and that we'll come to hate the noisy 2 pm call...But it was awesome.
Besos, Roxy
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