A whirlwind visit to the Fallas in Valencia and one that will remain in the surreal corners of my brain for a while.
Invited to an event overlooking the legendary Mascletá on the Sunday, first up was a booze-filled Saturday night in a barraca - a private tent. I had the honour of being the only Brit to be invited into the neighbourhood association ever. Many local brews were imbibed and many firecrackers were avoided.
The day of the event was filled with more wines, courtesy of Bodegas Arraez - who hosted. The maslcetá was the most insane thing I've ever seen.
The fallas themselves, the of the figures they burn and the fiesta as a whole, was utterly charming. I will be back!
Special thanks to José and Susana.
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Salud!