My alarm clock rang at 9:30 in the morning. I had a sweet tooth that morning so I ate some leftover marzipan. As for my activities of the day, I asked the woman at the front desk. She had not yet led me astray, so I resolved to continue to trust her judgment. Today's festival was the Feria de Julio Festival (www.tripadvisor.com). The woman encouraged me to walk around the city in order to see what the festival had to offer, so I did just that.
One block away from the hotel, I encountered a stage set up in the street. On the stage musicians played traditional Valencian music while men and women danced together to the rhythm. Farther on down the street, children were setting off firecrackers and other small fireworks. I almost passed up an opportunity to see a theater production of Don Quixote, but I noticed to sign outside the building, and I rushed inside. I spent the next three hours completely absorbed in the plot.
As I exited the theater, was astounded by the many scents and colors that came with the flower parade. I soon learned this part of the day was what the festival was all about. As soon as I had had enough, I took a taxi to the airport, paid the $23 fee, bought a $287 plane ticket to Pamplona, got on the plane, and slept the whole way there.
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