(the first time she has left them in...:-)

and burnt to the ground.
Over the next few hours every fallas sculpture in the city will be burned.
Were we going to a parade... or were we the parade?
Silvana, the Zen master, Fuku and Jack...
So glad that Guy could join us for the last few days! 


Jack always seemed to have the best seat in the house, moving from one set of shoulders to another! While Harrison and Tomas scooted in through the maize of legs to wind up in the front row.
Cute pic of Fuku, Zen & Danelle...
Zen also did a good job of scoring good seats (er, shoulders).
Kids and parades, even parades with lots of fire, just go together...
It was way past Isabella's bed time but Jack checked in to make sure she was still having fun. I think it's safe to say that all the kids, big and small, had a great time at Fallas this year!
Rusafa is one of the more colorful and eclectic neighborhoods with a real international feel and tons of great little restaurants and bistros (think Belltown or Capitol Hill, for those familiar with the Seattle...). It's also within walking distance of our somewhat sterile apartment building and the first place we head when we feel the need for a more cosmopolitan atmosphere and local experience.
Rusafa also knows how to do Fallas right... with the biggest and most inviting (and very crowded) street party.
The urban density was difficult to get used to when we first moved here, coming from the PNW where most everyone has their own barbeque in their own fenced-in back yard...
During Fallas every block ("casal" = neighborhood social organization) organizes their own street barbeque. (Seattle "night out" block-watch captains take note!).
Each casal also builds (or, for those with extra euros, commissions someone to build) their own Falla. The competition between casals for the most amazing falla is fierce...
The Rusafa "Falla Especial" is considered one of the top two most impressive. It's massive! And yes, it too will be burnt to the ground on the night of the 19th...
Here is an example of an award winning "infantil" (childrens) fallas sculpture (maybe "only" 8 to 10 feet tall...). The cheeky monkeys have stolen the hair piece and gold hair ornimentation from the pretty little fallas princess...
After walking for what seemed like miles (in fact kilometers...) we were exhausted and decided to head home as our apartment has a great view over the Turia (river) park and the nightly fireworks show.
Carolyn and Guy trying (unsuccessfully?) to stay awake for the final big 2 AM fireworks show.
Fallas is not just one big pyro-happy pagan spring festival... in true Catholic form the locals manage to mix in a little religon. For two straight days (beginning at 4 pm each day and continuing until well after midnight) everyone (literally) dresses up in their traditional outifits and parades through the city grouped by neighborhood.


Bridget, me & Carolyn - and the flowers!
