just got into alicante. took an overnight bus thinking I would get some sleep. riiiiight. in between uncomfortable seats, uber attractive young spanish couple with baby arguing and fucking obnoxious 16 year old spanish boys yelling at the top of their lungs at 6 a.m., I didn´t get much sleep.
that said, I wandered out of the bus station at 8:15 a.m. to be surrounded by marching bands and drunk people and LOUD firecrackers. the streets are all cordoned off to traffic and at every intersection are gigantic fallas, or floats made out of wood and papier mache. these things are huge. some are 60 feet tall. they look like something out of alice in wonderland, all bulbous and brightly colored, a definite surreal edge to them. local artists compete in teams to see who can make the most impressive fallas, with favorite themes being satire and hometown heroes.
and because tonight is the summer solstice and christian festivals are always pagan aagricultural celebrations under a thin veneer of jesus, every single one of those floats is going up in flames while the entire town gets fucked up on the beach.
good times!
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