Spain - La Tomatina
How did it happen that we went on vacation with Anya? Anne wanted to 'Tomate fest' and we wanted to Spain. And so it fell on Valencia.
La Tomatina takes place in the village of Buñol, near Valencia said. I somehow the idea of hurling tomatoes in August is not particularly attracted, but as the saying goes, once you live. I heard that this is done on the last Wednesday of August, by the hour from midnight. I read the Wiki password 'Buñol' - just whether it is in Polish and English. The details do not interfere and seeing the embarrassment Neither thought that her trip, I will adjust. I took only the clothes to be ubrudzenia.
Being in the agency from hiring and receiving the keys to the apartment, we asked how best to get to Buñol. Lady replied that the best and the latest move by train to 10.oo in the morning. Yes we did. Even the sticker on the floor were the offices 
Led first to the subway, I think was a sign, and again when I get a sticker to the railway station. A little suspect few people say pozajmowane Seats, some steel, but without the crowds. Packing documents and money in plastic bags. Directions took less than an hour. Step off. It was enough to go to the crowd. A lot of people selling goggles for swimming - we bought, because you never know. Terribly inconvenient, some flights are really cheap Girl running in colored hair swept goggles and disappeared behind a bend in the crowd.
Come on. We go and go. T-shirt stalls 'La Tomatina'. Stench of rotting tomatoes. Dirty people from the opposite direction. Have you already started? In one place, the native stands and pours people with a garden hose. Flits without problems - some nadstawiają themselves. We go sight worried about people going in the opposite direction, who are remnants of tomatoes in her hair, stained clothes. We reach the end of the branch passages, a man standing next to a man, a terrible crowd, so that they move on, you have to przepychać. You can hear Spanish, English and French. A little German.
The odor of tomatoes. The narrow, long street, the windows covered with boards and sites paździerzowymi, mesh on the upper floors, windows and balconies of the local water supply hopper to the crowd below, curbs dirty water flows. Fly a few skins of tomatoes. But where appropriate tomatoes? Where the battle?
We stand by the wall of a house and watch. It seems that perhaps a missed - ie, we were a little bit before 12.00 but it seems that the battle has already taken place. Now it accounts for 10 persons at one poor crust tomato ... fly for a few shoes, shirts ... you can see that the crowd is wanting. Pushed further. We came to the bridge. Thins. It gives a normal walk. Many people have actually remnants of tomatoes at each other, but many are not moving ... The natives are beginning rozstawiać small grills and sell sausages or sandwiches. Like anything, we arrived too late. Anne swears that was supposed to be the 12.oo. Many places are beginning to resound loud music. Promises to be a general, chaotic event. Disappointed, shrugging his shoulders, we head back towards the train station. We go back a bit of a different way. Now we see that apparently in many cars and it stayed a few nights. Festivities lasted probably a couple of days - probably not but hurling is partying for sure.
Before looooong train station. Such an hour for sure. Privacy admits. Please Ania on my documents and wallet which I gave her the backpack and wave .... I reach for her bag, put his hand inside and feels that he is cut ... wave of heat - which were stolen? These are my things in disguise (unnecessarily), neither the documents, water, and ... not my bag wallet and cell. Portfolio, Visa, insurance card, a return ticket to Valencia and just over 50 euro ... what to do? My first thought - the police. Okay, and what will they do? Spis data and exposure. Phone - you have a serial number, anything? The second idea - lock Visa. It is in this case we have to Valencia, because neither Anne nor Martin did not take the phone. Humor kicked to the max. Top vacations ... no beauty.
Queue at the station. The guards in addition to counting people, not let people without shirts. This had to be, even with the bag-made commercials. Finally we get to. I buy a return ticket. Silence on the train, well, because what I say? I'm angry at Ania? Bo had a backpack on my back and not in front of you? I'm bad on yourself? Because I gave someone my things and dismissed concerns about this? I gave up important things to someone who grew up in Denmark! But I could draw attention to wear the backpack. And such gdybanie ... anger and rage. A very bitter lesson - making sure important things to yourself.
Finally we reached the apartment. It is good that we all have the same bank, so writing the phone number from your Martin. Phone bank asking for an immediate blockade of the card. Clarify the situation. The next phone for Telia to block Simu. Breathe. Luckily, I arranged to Martin that I pay the rent and he 'pocket money'. I paid for an apartment the day before the reception. Last transaction.
That day evening we went to a park - green belt, which stretches diagonally via Valencia. Great stuff. At one end of a second Bioparc Ciudas de las Artes y las Ciencias (The City of the Arts and the Sciences / City of Arts and Sciences). The green belt are within various fields, playgrounds, outdoor cinema, jogging paths and bike, ponds, fountains & green of course. Anya sighed again and again, what would it be imparted in Copenhagen ... Sweating (over 30 °), near þółnocy returned to the apartment ...
