Everyone who’s heard of it insists that, if given the opportunity, you MUST experience Valencia’s Las Fallas festival, a crazy Spanish competition of hand-made paper monuments that results in large public burnings and incomprehensibly loud explosions. Apparently it’s crazy – something you have to see.
(The singular for “Alps” is definitely “Alp,” right?)
I finally started my “not so much of a hike as a scenic walk” around 14.00, a bit later than intended, but it was okay since the hike is projected to take an hour and fifteen minutes. My new friend and I would still have time to walk up, have a snack, and get back to the train before the sun started to go down.