
Valencia
The entire time I was in
It is difficult to explain what the festival is. I guess historically it began when carpenters burned their shavings once a year in the honor of San Jose. Now, elaborate painted structures of paper machet, wood and plaster are created during the entire year before the celebration. Each of the over 700 structures has a theme of some sort, usually mockin
g someone or something. We saw some that were huge and elaborate, other's, in the children's division, that were more life sized, and usually conveying playful themes. All had minuet detail and I considered them works of art.
While walking around and viewing these structures during the days, the hardest thing to adjust to was the noise. The entire two days and nights that I was there, 5 minutes did not go by without someone setting off a firework or firecracker. Young children especially contributed to the constancy of this noise, and were far more brave using explosives than I was. Outside a store that sold firecrackers there was a sign stating clearly that fireworks/crackers would not be sold to children under eight! So it went that in every corner of the city that we went to (for the whole city becomes a place to display fallas), that children and adults alike were setting off firecrackers and fireworks of varying intensity.
The there was la crema, the burning, and for that pictures speak louder than words.
It was incredible, but eerie at the same time. Burning faces, people, cars, ideas, crying children, fireworks being shot out of the center of a wooden structure, the spray of the firefighters (bomberos) hoses against the surrounding houses and trees so that they too would not catch on fire. It was unbelievable.
The fireworks of the night before the burning, were the best I have ever seen in my life, despite the fact that I was watching them in the rain at
Ana, Rutu and I decided to go to one of the few that wasn't destroyed when the Christians conquered. Apparently
some benevolent king decided that, despite it's construction by Muslims, it was rather pretty. La
Our hostel was on a second hilltop facing the
streets that led up to our hostel, and the tiered houses on the hilltop. Also, the morning before we left we climbed further up the hill and we received for our early morning effort, a absolutely gorgeous view. Granada just felt like spring the whole time we were there. Warm days, sun, green green green, flowers, a river through the old part of the city that we were staying in, the beautiful gardens of the palace, it was wonderful.
Another school trip, but a longer one with two nights in Seville and time to ourselves. This ended up being perfect because Carrie Chandler, a friend of mine from the NMH swim team, is studying in Sevilla, and I got to hang out with her and another former NMH 2003er, Ross Jordan both of the nights that I was there.
We stopped in Cordoba to see the famous Mesquita on our first day of our trip. I was very excited to see this, as I had heard a lot about in in several of my classes. La Mesquita is a Mosque that was converted into a church, at least in part. It is this large expansive Mosque, that grew through several different Moorish rulers, as the population demanded. It is this cool dark room with beautiful red and white arches that were made to mimic a forest of trees. The Catholic monarchs, when they conquered (or reconquered) Cordoba couldn't help but seeing the beauty in this building, and they build a church into the middle of it rather than destroying it completely as was customary for that time. It thus is now and odd mix of Muslim and Christian. The most fascinating part to me, is that the Muslims destroyed a catholic church to create this building, but they built a more beautiful and expensive church for them in the corner so they could continue practicing their religion, but now, Muslims have requested to be able to practice in on corner of La mesquita, but as of yet have not been permitted to.
We then traveled on to Seville, where there were so many things to see, and as I have said, to smell. Spring had most definitely sprung in Seville as we walked through beautiful gardens and visited places around the city. The most charming to me would have to be the old Jewish quarter, which was again composed of small streets with white walls but in Seville (and Cordoba) the houses are decadent with flowers. Reds, greens, blues, pinks, and yellows looked so crisp and beautiful against the white background of the walls. The pots were mounted on the walls, put in window sills and sitting around on the grounds. It was hard not to feel happy just walking these beautiful streets.
It was also hard not to be content with my reunion with NMHers. It was so fun and easygoing and we spoke some spaniglish, went out to see flamenco, then dancing and had crazy adventures together. I could not have asked for a better experience with them. It was nice to get and inside scoop on the night life of a place and get the full tour, guided trips to historical and cultural places by day with the school, and visited more recently relevant cultural places and attitudes during the night with my friends.
Semana Santa
The following week was in fact spring break, Semana Santa (holy week) as everyone here calls it, and it always falls exactly on Easter, unlike in the US. I turned in a ten page term paper on Wednesday and Zach came on Friday morning. That week was a blur, and then I spent the first weekend of spring break with Zach in
I will save the rest of my story about Spring Break Traveling with zach for another post, both because this post is getting rather long, and because I have to go to class.
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