Día 139: Fallas y flores. Time really flies when it’s filled with good food, conversation and catching up. Enjoyed a final pinchos sendoff with Nat today, walked around sleepy Sunday Logroño, heard some very loud fireworks (but couldn’t see them as it was daytime), and admired a beautiful rose garden. It wasn’t the happiest thing in the world to say goodbye, accompanied by a few big tears, but I know we’ll see each other soon - in the US, Aus, or maybe continue the tradition of meeting in Europe. After watching the ALSA bus bound for Madrid leave the Logroño station, I went back home, booked a few hostels for summer, and then went to see the crazy Fallas statue burn. Held in Valencia, Las Fallas is a festival including around 300 statues that take 1 year to make. These range from political statues, to statutes honoring tradition, to those that can be considered beautiful pieces of fine art. These are all burned to the ground during one night of the festival, signifying the end of a new year and the start of the beginning. So in Logroño, at the behest of the local Valencian group, a statue of traditional dress attire was installed near the town centre, and burnt to the ground (VERY quickly) last night. Honestly such a loud, terrifying but amazing experience. Not often you’d see firefighters shooting water into the air to put out pieces of ash before they hit people. Spain is crazy man.
¡Buenos días y buena semana! «#españa, evangelizadora de la mitad del orbe; España martillo de herejes, luz de #trento, espada de #roma, cuna de #sanignacio...; ésa es nuestra grandeza y nuestra unidad; no tenemos otra. El día en que acabe de perderse, España volverá al cantonalismo de los arévacos y de los vetones o de los reyes de taifas. A este término vamos caminando más o menos apresuradamente, y ciego será quien no lo vea» Menéndez Pelayo