A Real Blast

Wow, the Valencians love gunpowder.  From our fifth-floor perch we can hear countless explosions throughout the day and night - and we are lucky enough to be able to see a good portion of the nightly fireworks display in the Turia park (a dry riverbed system that amazes me with its vastness).

Last night I came home to a sleeping household - despite the amazing noise coming from the square - and took this picture as I sipped on a cider on our terrace.  The display was quite impressive and I found myself smiling frequently during the show, feeling a giddy, child-like appreciation of the sparks and sparkles.  Good fun.

I’m not sure that I will be able to greet the nightly display this evening - too tired, too old?  Bah, I’ll be there to watch them tomorrow night - it’s not like we have a long way to go! 

Larry’s quote of the day (my father-in-law is a really cool Canadian guy): “the genuine friendliness of the people of Valencia adds so much to the enjoyment of this wonderful city” - add fireworks to that and you’ve got a great place to be.

More soon.