Valencia, Spain

March 16th to 20th, 2007

We came out of the dry plains surrounding Madrid to gentile hills and fertile valleys. It felt a lot like California, actually. The crops are varied, but much like the rest of the coast, the focus is definitely citrus. There is a reason why the Valencia orange bears this region’s name. The farms seem to be a mix of family businesses and full time industry. There are a number of charming old houses and buildings that let you know this area has been producing food for a very long time.

Arriving in Valencia, we piled out of the train to visions of more oranges – in decoration around the train station’s reliefs, as well as orange trees lining streets and public areas. The city seems a bit disjointed at times. The old city core has great buildings and interesting streets. But venture far enough away from that core and you run into soviet era style bland apartment blocks. The cranes seem to suggest they are building more of them.

La Ciudad de las Artes y de las Ciencias La Ciudad de las Artes y de las Ciencias La Ciudad de las Artes y de las Ciencias
Photos of La Ciudad de las Artes y de las Ciencias

Mixed in with this bland architecture, the city has a wonderful park running through the middle of it, following the path of the old river. Near the south end of the park they have a number of new and stylish museum buildings called La Ciudad de las Artes y de las Ciencias (City of Arts and Sciences). Off in the distance you can see the port cranes that have brought wealth to the city for a very long time. Though pricey, I thought the clear tunnels in L’Oceanografic were worth seeing.

We came to Valencia primarily for the Fallas festival. Wiki does a much better job than I would explaining it:

Fallas (in Spanish) or Falles (in Valencian) are a Valencian tradition which celebrates Saint Joseph’s Day (19 March) in Valencia, Spain. The term Fallas refers to both the celebration and the monuments created during the celebration. Each neighborhood of the city has an organized group of people, the Casal faller, that works all year long holding fundraising parties and dinners, usually featuring the famous specialty paella, and of course much music and laughter. Each casal faller produces a construction known as a falla which is eventually burnt. A casal faller is also known as a comisión fallera. The name of the festival is thus the plural of falla.

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Photos of Casa fallereo parades

Even then, it doesn’t really give you any sense of the scale of the event. It seems like everywhere you walk, you see a falla. Every local seems to be dressed up in traditional woven or gold threaded costumes and in a parade of some sort. When they aren’t doing that, the popular options seem to be a handkerchief around their necks or a blouse style shirt with the logo of their neighborhood. Once you have the outfit down, the only accessories you need are a smoldering rope in one hand, and a bag full of paper wrapped gunpowder in the other.

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Photos of Valencia during Las Fallas celebration

Everywhere in the city you will hear pops and booms, day and night. There are huge mascletà explosions during the day that shake your bones. Fireworks at night, and the ever present random bangs from people throwing firecrackers. The moment you relax for a second – BANG – one goes off beside you. This isn’t just kids either. Everyone gets in on the act. Surprisingly, everyone here seem to have all their fingers and hearing. I’ve got no idea how they manage it.

Ofrenda a la Virgen de los Desamparados Ofrenda a la Virgen de los Desamparados Ofrenda a la Virgen de los Desamparados
Photos of Ofrenda a la Virgen de los Desamparados

On the 17th and 18th each neighborhood takes turn dressing up, and marching with flowers to the virgin (Ofrenda a la Virgen de los Desamparados). There are two routes, and they are packed from about 4-10 pm for two days with different neighborhoods. The size of it all is staggering. The paper proclaimed 50,000 people in parade on one of the days, so I guess it would be 100k people in total from the different casals. Either way, that’s a pretty good turnout rate for the city. When they arrive at the virgin, they add their flowers to the creation, and leave a flower offering that some of the men have carried. By this time the kids have reached the end of their endurance and are starting to get a bit snarly.

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Photos of fallas (falles) monuments, and la cremà

The Fallas are wonderful, overwhelming, and at times, creepy. A few of the themes have writing in Valencian, so we weren’t able to get the full gist, but most were simple enough you didn’t need to read anything to figure them out. A few focused on local topics, like construction and politics. But there were more that picked country or worldwide topics like gay marriage, pollution, and fast food. They are all sculpted in a similar art style and color pallet, so the whole effort seems very coordinated. In fact, there is a whole section of the city that is dedicated to making fallas year round. I’m sure that even as they are constructing these, they are thinking about next year.

The last evening of Fallas started with the fire parade. We assumed it would be similar to the previous parades, with some torches thrown in the mix. The first few minutes of the parade were just that. But then we saw fireworks down the street, slowing moving towards us. A number of people dressed up in red overalls and hats were launching fireworks from sticks that they loaded new fireworks into. It is a good thing most of the buildings are glass and stone, because they were bouncing off the sides of buildings, patios, and roofs.

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Photos of Cabalgata del fuego (fire parade)

After that group came a number of different groups. All seemed to have different themes. Different costumes, props (like metal dragons), music, and pyrotechnics. They all put on a show that would have made an American fire chief run for the hills. The end result was some ember burns in our clothing, itchy eyes, and a lot of smiles.

After the fire parade, they start la cremà, the burning of the fallas. They start with the smaller children’s falla first, then the huge main ones. Each falla is packed with pyrotechnics, then ignited with a string of fire crackers. Fireworks go up, and the flames quickly curl around the falla producing intense heat and black smoke. The falla burns to its wood frame quickly once the fire starts. Besides the wood frame, most fallas these days are are built with polystyrene, rather than paper mache. This makes the structure much lighter and lets the builders be much more creative. But it also makes the flame much more intense, and packs the smoke full of toxins. Make sure you are standing upwind.

Many fallas are set up in street intersections. Some tower several stories, coming close to the six floor limit all of the buildings seem to follow. The intersections are not large, so with a large falla in the middle, the heat on people’s balconies around the falla must be quite intense. There are a few firemen on hand to hose down the buildings and other equipment near the fire, but generally they seem understaffed for the situation by North American standards. Considering they burn hundreds of these a year, I’d say they probably have it down to a science by now.

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Photos of Valencia’s Mercado Central

If you have a chance, the Mercado Central is worth a visit. This beautiful building of iron and glass houses everything you might have on your shopping list, and a whole lot you didn’t. The silk exchange next door is supposed to be amazing on the inside, but it was closed every time we wandered by.

We all really enjoyed our time in Valencia, and the fallas festival. I highly recommend going. Just make sure you book your hotel in advance, and bring ear plugs.

Back in the US

Sorry, I’ve been slacking on updates. We are back and full into work again. So much for afterglow. I’ve been going through photos getting them organized – hope to have an album or two up each week. I’ve also got some thoughts I need to jot down before they rattle their way out of my head that I’ll probably be throwing up as time permits.

Rome

I think we picked the perfect time to visit. It has been mostly sunny, with a few rain patches. The fruit trees are blooming, and everything is green.

We spent our last two days in Rome exploring more of the ancient ruins, the Vatican, and the Basilica. We are a bit church and bloody-Jesus fatigued, but still really enjoyed our time there. It is easy to see why there are crowds and lines, even in the lower season.

It seemed like every block you walked down had an old and slightly different, but impressive, cathedral or piazza. It is staggering to think how many loads of marble or rock have made their way to this city. As with most ancient sites, there is always a little heart break that go with them. Older sites were mined for their marble or vandalized. Other treasures were just plain plundered from other lands. Our capacity for creation is only matched by our capacity for destruction.

Overall though, the city is in amazing shape. I’m sure a significant chunk of money has gone into restoring and cleaning sites, but with the amount of cash this city must take in, I’m sure there is plenty left over.

We are on the ES* train, headed towards Florence…

Rome

March 25th, Rome

I get the impression a lot of things in Rome will just take time. We waited for bags at the airport for a about 40 minutes. Our “checking-in” took about 40 minutes as well.

It must be spring break back in the US – there seemed to be a lot of english spoken on the train. I also get the impression that the city is pretty easy to get around with english. Even for someone with just enough itailian language to be dangerous, like myself. Initial impression of Rome’s suburbs: TV antennas. They seem to coat every building like cactus needles.

I turn thirty today. I’m not sure if Hostel life ever appealed to me, but it certainly doesn’t right now. I’m not sure if it is the actual facilities, or the people they attract. The folks in our location seem to be fine for the most part, but we only had to head to the laundromat down the street before someone showed up talking about stabbing pickpockets, and finishing with yelling and swearing at the laundry/internet place owner over a 1E minimum charge per half hour. On the other hand, the pizza place down the street is fantastic. Traditional pizza, sold by weight. Great stuff.

We wandered around today with our mouths open. My feet are sore, and my camera full – Rome really is pretty fantastic. I’ve seen plenty of pictures of the pantheon, but it still blew my mind. The piazzas, fountains, and sheer number of interesting buildings means you would have to be pretty jaded to not enjoy this city. Stopping for gelato every few hours, we hit most of the central city sites and walked along the river. I’ve really been enjoying the non-smoking in cafes and restaurants, you feel and smell so much cleaner.

Off to the Vatican or the ruins tomorrow…