"Foc" is Valencian for "Fire," but you'll be forgiven for screaming out a similar-sounding English word while watching either the Cabalgata de Foc (Parade of Fire), or the Nit de Foc (Night of Fire). Because these events are foc-ing insane.
Who doesn't love fireworks? The color, the sound, the visual spectacle? Of course, we can all agree that they're wonderful. But, who still loves fireworks minus the color and the visual spectacle, leaving only the sound? Hmmm, not many of you have kept your hands up... just a bunch of maniacs wearing blue and white handkerchiefs. Let me guess: you're the Valencians.
It's the last Sunday of February. You've purposefully forgotten to set your alarm clock, hoping to luxuriate a few extra minutes in the deep sleep of early morning. As you nestle in your comforter, drowsy as can be, Valencia looks upon your resting figure with a smile. But it's not a smile of maternal tenderness... in fact, it's more of a smirk. And then the explosions start.
