OG Post: March 22nd, 2017
Denia Day1/2 (Sunday and Monday) I'm writing this on Wednesday from a cafe outside of a pelota court. As I sit here enjoying my Coke Lite and a Lucky Strike cigarette I'm watching one gentleman enjoy a plate of olives and a beer at 10:30 AM. I think I could get used to this Spanish way of life.
Let's take this back to Sunday morning. Red and I woke up and finished packing and went for one last breakfast at Nero cafe. I headed back to the room to prep the bags and Red insisted on running up to the Castle to get a replacement scarf for the one I lost. That woman sure does love me. She got back to the room and we checked out and hauled our bags two blocks up to the tram station to head for the airport. As we walked through the doors of the airport the first thing we saw was a Tartan Mill store. We had a good laugh about it.
We got to the airport in plenty of time. Before the check-in for Vueling even opened. So we went for a second breakfast. Once the gate for our flight was announced we got in line and boarded. I now know why this flight from Edinburgh to Alicante was only 90 bucks. The plane was an old small early 70's model jet that had its seats replaced with the airplane equivalent of folding chairs. It was uncomfortable and everything cost extra. I managed a small nap and the next thing I knew we were landing in Alicante.
Once there we exchanged some currency and picked up the rental car. We got an Audi A3 diesel and I'm glad we didn't get anything bigger. More on that later. We took the drive down the A7 toll road and it was breath-taking. The towns, the landscape, and everything is so beautiful here. There is also a very vibrant street art community in Spain who have added to the beauty of the scenery. After a quick hour drive, we arrived in Denia and just in time.
After some long hugs with Kevin and Susan, and some quick unloading of the bags we were off again to downtown Denia for the Las Fallas festival. This is a fire festival in honor, somehow, of St. Joseph. Due to the limited data here my extensive research has been cut short. We arrived around 9:30 and the whole of downtown was packed with people from all over. This is evidently a very big deal. People running everywhere and popping off fireworks in the street. Some small and some fireworks were very big. Scattered throughout downtown where twelve very large effigies that were to be set on fire that night. The first at 10:30 PM and the last at 3:00 AM.
We stopped by one place and got a couple of tapas plates to share the first of grilled octopus and the second of various fried papas fritas. We washed this down with delicious red wine. I am not usually a wine drinker but the wine here is amazing. We continued wandering the streets and I had my Sony camera with me. Not many pictures were taken with the iPhone because there was too much beauty to capture. I didn't use my Sony in Edinburgh because it was always too wet.
After more wandering, we came across our first burning effigy. It is impossible to describe seeing this big art piece burning the middle of downtown inches away from buildings. They knew what they were doing though because the bombers (firemen) had it under control. We wandered on some more and had more drinks and more food and saw more things burn. The fireworks were everywhere. We ended up staying out until 3:30 PM and taking a cab home.
Monday we ended up sleeping in and making it a rest and recovery day. Susan took Red and me to a local shop close to the house so I could get cigarettes and beach shoes. I found out they have Lucky Strike cigarettes here and was thrilled. They are very cheap here. After some lazy relaxing on the Mediterranean beach, we went to the corner grocery store, Mas y Mas, for some provisions, and took siestas. That night we went to dinner and had some seafood peaelle and turned in early.