Pride: The
state or feeling of being proud.
Pride: A becoming or dignified sense of what is due to
oneself or one's position or character; self-respect; self-esteem.
Pride: Pleasure or satisfaction taken in something done by
or belonging to oneself or believed to reflect credit upon oneself: civic pride,
national pride.
Pride:
Something that causes a person or persons to be proud: His art collection was
the pride of the family.
Pride:
To indulge or plume (oneself) in a feeling of pride (usually followed by on or
upon): They pride themselves on their beliefs.
Pride (idiom): pride and joy, someone or something
cherished, valued, or enjoyed above all others: Their daughter is their pride
and joy.
Pride
(movement): Is the
positive stance against discrimination and violence toward lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT) people to promote their self-affirmation,
dignity, equality rights, increase their visibility as a social group, build community, and celebrate sexual diversity and gender variance.
For the purposes of this blog
post, I have selected the most appropriate definitions of pride from the
countless definitions that exist. If your particular favourite (e.g. Lions) is
not in my little list, I apologise.
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The Valencian flag hangs above the
Torres Serranos - one of the gateways to the old city. |
October 9th
is the national day of the autonomous region of Valencia, Communidad
Valenciana. The celebration as a whole is known as “Nou d’Octubre”, and is
celebrated with events over several days leading up to its climax on the 9th.
It is a
major event for Valencians across the entire region, and we wanted to
experience it.
Arriving
late on the 6th, it was drop bags and find food. In a very busy old
town, we were lucky to find a table in a tapas place. The place was packed and
typically deafening. We now fall easily into the way Valencia works. Service is
slow, but who cares? Some dishes have sold out, so we’ll choose something else.
The waiter seems rude, but engage him a little, and you’ll realize that he’s
busy, not rude.
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Marina Real Juan Carlos I. |
The 7th
is a Sunday, and we like to spend these Sundays around the Marina Real Juan Carlos
I where there are sunny, comfortable bars overlooking the marina. We’ll wander
down to Paseo Maritimo for lunch. Here, you choose your eating venue with care.
There are informal café bars and formal restaurants, but many visitors have
been fooled by a linen tablecloth. Having booked what we think is the best, we
enjoyed the usual quality experience. Good service, great food.
At this iconic
old restaurant, their pride in their work is obvious. As is often the case,
there is a young man experiencing his first busy Sunday as a camarero. Nervous
as a kitten, he’s only permitted to clear tables. His only mission is to not
drop any crockery. Mission not accomplished. We’ll see him again next year as a
confident, professional, waiter taking pride in doing a good job, highly valued
by colleagues and customers.
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Salon Dorado in the Palau de la Generalitat. |
There is
also the aged Jefe. He must be in his 80s, and he clearly cannot tear himself away
from making sure the huge dining room runs as he believes it should. Every time
we visit, we silently implore him to swallow his pride, and go home and get his
feet up, or at least sit down with his family and enjoy lunch!
Monday 8th
is where Nou d’Octubre really starts for us. We start to immerse ourselves in
this celebration of Valencian culture.
To mark the
celebrations, many of the civic and parliamentary buildings are open to the
public. The Palau de la Generalitat is a magnificent 15th century
palace, now the headquarters of the Valencia government. It towers over the
Plaza de la Virgen so it’s never far from view, but you don’t get to see inside
it every day. It’s a privilege to stand in the immense entrance hall and see
the golden ceiling and the incredible tiled floor of the Salon Dorado.
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The Real Senyera de Valencia in the Salon de Crystal. |
We visited
the Ayuntamiento (city hall), which is an eclectic mix of 18th and 20th
century construction overlooking Plaza Ayuntamiento, the civic heart of Valencia.
From its balcony, the mayor and other dignitaries preside over events and
celebrations. It’s where the Falleras gather to view the Mascletas during Las Fallas…
the best seat in the house. For Nou d’Octubre, the breathtaking Salon de
Crystal displays the Real Senyera de Valencia. This flag (here we go with flags
again) is symbolic of Valencia itself for many, and is carried at the head of the main
parade on the 9th. It was fascinating to see other rooms in the
Ayuntamiento also, displaying maps and artifacts from a proud and dramatic
history.
Plaza
Ayuntamiento is a fitting centerpiece to the city. Entering from the Estacion
del Norte at the southern end, you pass the Hard Rock Café and the Valencia Club
de Futbol shop. The main Post Office is an incredible building that faces off
against the Ayuntamiento across the square. Countless buses and taxis mix in a
coordinated chaos of traffic lights and noise as you pass the imposing Ateneo
Mercantil building and approach the northern end towards Mercado Central. Chain
shops and restaurants crowd the apex of the triangular square, but a glance
upwards and around you confirms that here is where the “soaring architecture” of
Valencia has its home. Hotels, banks and apartment buildings rise like the
sides of a steep ravine above the mass of commercial clamor, as if to hold it
firmly in its place.
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Plaza Ayuntamiento - the pointy end. |
We knew
that the next day, a large part of the square would be dedicated to a keenly
anticipated Mascleta, the traditional daytime firework display.
That evening
was wet. We enjoyed a fantastic meal just around the corner from the Correos
building, and made sure we were in time for the highlight of the day, and the
event that heralded the arrival of Nou d’Octubre itself.
We know
that the Valencians love fireworks, you hear them randomly around the city all the time. We know about Las Fallas, and we know that pyrotechnics are a
major player throughout. But nothing can really prepare you for unbridled
Valencian fireworks when you have a front row position.
The skies
had cleared out of respect for what was to come. At 11.50 pm a single explosion
above us gave a 10-minute warning. Another at 11.55. Then we enjoyed the first
colours and noise of the display from our position close to the riverbed park between
two bridges, Puente del Exposicion and Puente de las Flores. We watched alongside
thousands of Valencians and visitors standing in the closed roads that run
alongside the riverbed park. We see excellent firework displays on November 5th
and on New Year’s Eve in the UK, and across the world on TV.
Nothing
compared to seeing this up close.
There was
an overwhelming sense that this had been designed and executed with great
skill. The very knowledgeable Valencian crowd showed their appreciation as the
display built in colour, noise and intensity. As inexperienced firework
spectators, we sensed the climax of the display was close, but it continued to
reach new peaks. Again and again we assumed a big finish was imminent, only to
see it surpassed. When the display did finally reach its big finish, it was awesome
enough to be emotional.
I get it
now. I get why they love this so much. I’ve never really been that impressed by
fireworks, but this was incredible. I got the impression from the Valencians
around us that this display had been marked at around 8 out of 10 by their
exacting standards. For us, it was an amazing experience.
Midnight
had passed, it was Nou d’Octubre. A drink for luck at Café de las Horas, and
home.
The weather
was moody on the morning of the 9th. It was humid, cloudy, and very
warm. On our walk into town from La Saidia, we walked through the Medieval Market
specially set up on Puente Serranos and all the way up to and through Torres
Serranos into Plaza dels Furs. At times, it was almost impossible to get
through the crowds on the bridge, so you had no choice but to be assaulted by
the sounds and smells of this market. Mostly smells. The cheese stalls had a
distinctive odour before the big day, but by the following Friday we were using
another bridge.
In 2017,
there had been violence around the main Nou d’Octubre parade. Political groups
know the eyes of Spain will be on the city today, and they will use this day to
make their voices heard. We were unable to walk through Plaza de la Virgen that
morning, as the policia had isolated one protesting group in there, waiting for
the appropriate time to release them to exercise their right to demonstrate.
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La Senyera proudly worn. |
Flags. As
we got closer to Plaza Ayuntamiento, flags were what you could see. Mostly the
Valencian flag, but mixed with the Spanish flag "La Rojigualda” and those of various political movements. No Bob Esponja balloons here…
this wasn’t a joyful Easter Sunday in the Cabañal, the atmosphere was very
different.
A tide of
humanity had moved into Plaza Ayuntamiento. Unsure of the best vantage point,
and acutely aware of the violent exchanges of 2017, we moved through the crowds
towards the Ayuntamiento.
Choosing a
position where we could see the balcony of the Ayuntamiento, but also most of
the square as well, I kept an eye on the throng. All Valencian life was here, plus
many visitors. Most had flags. The Valencian Senyera was carried in its
thousands of course, but many others also. The group had been released forom the
Plaza de la Virgen, and carried blue flags, but I wasn’t sure of their
allegiances. There were many versions of the Spanish flag with various black
symbols added, signifying beliefs and movements. There was the LGBT Rainbow
flag and the flag of the Republic. The police had permitted some small marches,
and one passed by us… a young moderate right-wing group it seemed, peacefully demonstrating
alongside those who championed Valencia as part of a unified Spain, untainted
by the extremism of the Catalan struggle for independence.
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Nou d'Octubre in Plaza Ayuntamiento. |
There was a
sense of excitement and anticipation, perhaps even tension, but trouble did not
flare. The neo-nazi ultraderechas who had been at the centre of the violence in
2017 appeared to be absent. There was chanting and posturing from many parts of
the square, but everyone appeared to be coexisting in relative harmony.
Later, we
learnt that most of the ultraderechas had been held by the riot police in a
square close to Plaza Ayuntamiento for the duration of the day. Only a few
stragglers had tried (and failed) to cause trouble on the edge of the square, which
barely anyone noticed. I got the impression that the police and security forces
had handled a very difficult situation extremely well. There was certainly no
leave granted that day, they were a big, visible, proactive presence.
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The parade makes its way along
Calle San Vicente Martir. |
Several
loud firework explosions heralded the start of the main parade. The Real
Senyera de Valencia was slowly marched onto the balcony and lowered to the
Valencian politician who had been granted the privilege of leading the parade,
and so it set off at a stately pace towards Calle San Vicente Martir.
We used the
alleys around the square to move to a place on the very same street. The
atmosphere was intense by now, and you felt much more up close and personal
with this parade than you might feel at Easter in the Cabañal. San Vicente is
quite an enclosed street as you get towards Plaza de la Reina. It was packed,
and many people had an opinion that needed to be loudly directed at some of the
parading dignitaries. Very suddenly, a large group of forest firefighters
appeared across the street from us, chanting loudly in a protest about their
rights and conditions, closely followed by police in riot gear who allowed
their protest but hemmed it in.
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Beautiful traditional Valencian dress. |
The parade
filed past, led by the traditional uniformed riders. Politicians and their
parties, the leaders of the military and security forces 6 or 7 abreast, the Falleras
and their entourage and the many cultural organisations were all represented, and
most were applauded with real pride and appreciation. Our firefighter friends of
course, saved their very loudest jeers for the Government leaders, and for the Mayor
and his team. Husbands made their views loudly known, and wives tried to
silence them. Old ladies rudely pushed to the front and cared not how they
brandished their flags.
Along with
many others, we broke away once the main parade was past, and made our way down
the Plaza Alfonso el Magnanimo. This is where the head of the parade lays a
floral tribute at the base of the magnificent statue of King Jaume 1. This King
of Aragon liberated Valencia from the Moors. It couldn’t have happened without
him. A few flowers are the least he can expect.
We couldn’t
see any of this… too many proud Valencians!
So in our
thousands, we made our way back to Plaza Ayuntamiento. As soon as the parade
returned there, and the great and the good filled the balcony once more, it
would be time for the Mascleta. This was a watershed moment in our
Valencian experiences. We had heard so many things about the Mascleta. Pregnant
women shouldn’t attend, hearing can be damaged, etc, etc, but we had decided
that we needed to experience this.
We found a
place in front of the Correos, facing the middle of the square, only 3 back
from the barrier. For Mascleta first-timers, this just might be too close. The
anticipation was palpable. These people absolutely love this stuff.
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No photograph will ever do justice to a Mascleta. |
The sun
came out, and it was hot. Cans of beer were sold from dustbins full of ice. People
peered from the parapets of the huge buildings, countless floors up. Someone
fainted at the front, and was rescued by an ambulance crew. People of all ages
waited until that balcony was full again, and the Mascleta could start. The
emergency services took their positions.
Eventually,
a series of single airborne explosions heralded the start of the display. Every
pigeon fled simultaneously from every building in the square. The police
helicopter stayed at a respectful distance. The explosions and smoke built and
built until the sound physically pushed at you. To rapturous cheers, a series
of fireworks exploded upward with smoke that painted the colours of the Valencian
flag into the blue sky. The display approached its climax with an intensity of
noise that moved the air around you. I think the crowd gave this one a 9.
This was
amazing. I really do get it now. You can consider us converted. So much so that
over lunch, we readily agreed that we would go to Las Fallas 2019, for (much)
more of the same!!
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Here come the Christians. |
Later that
day, the traditional Moors and Christians parade celebrated the expulsion of
the Moors from the city. A heavy shower turned to steady drizzle, but the
enthusiasm and colour of the parade remained. As with the Easter parades, it
leaves one wondering how all of this is prepared and executed. The thousands of
costumes. The training of people, horses and even camels. It is an amazing
undertaking.
As the last
group of Holy Knights and their accompanying musical entourage passed by, Nou
d’Octubre was over for 2018.
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Amazing details at La Lonja. |
We spent
the remaining days of this visit just being part of a slightly quieter
Valencia. Coffee and empanadas standing at the counter in Mercado Central. Buy
some saffron, some bargain pictures for the single room, a cushion cover, and a
bigger sugar pot. Get lost in La Xerea and discover the amazing San Juan del
Hospital purely by chance. Marvel at La Lonja once again. Stare up at a
building for sale just off Plaza Ayuntamiento, and discuss unrealistic plans to
buy and refurbish it. Make running repairs to the apartment. Explore the
fascinating “Bazar Chino” shops that appear on every street. Pick up a bit more
Spanish. Take our time at Café Sant Jaume, the world’s premier people-watching
venue.
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A peaceful part of the old city. |
Once or
twice, I caught myself feeling something new. Then I realized it was the
feeling of being completely at home. It took me by surprise… but it was oddly
comforting at the same time. And of course it made me feel proud. The apartment was no longer a project or a novelty.
It was now much more than a comfortable base from which to explore the city and
area like a tourist. It had become a home that we were lucky enough to have. A home that means we can live in Valencia, only not on a full-time basis.
In
conversation, I heard myself telling people that we had a home in Valencia (to
make sure they knew I wasn’t a tourist!), where I had never described it as a
home before. There had been a shift in how we perceived the apartment and the
city, and what it meant to us. I think maybe I was a bit proud.
On our last
day, we went to Meat Carnival 2018. Billed as “the greatest meat and live coal
festival in Spain”. It was all set up in part of the Marina. We ran the
gauntlet of Vegans holding up signs about murder (but who were oddly inactive
in any other way, so it wasn’t much of a gauntlet), and walked into a large collection
of outdoor stalls cooking up barbecued meat dishes in various forms, plus 2
huge outdoor bars (qué sorpresa) and numerous other drinks outlets. Carnivore
heaven.
We took it
all in, and surveyed the meaty options over a beer. There were 4 whole lambs
spread over coals in one corner. There was a cooking demo where the
enthusiastic host talked us through how the lady next to him was making a chicken sandwich. Cutting this sandwich at attractive angles appeared to
be the highlight of the whole operation. The next demo involved whisky tasting, and attracted a larger crowd for some reason.
We opted
for Argentinian choripan and steak. People were walking around with oysters on
ice for tasting. The sun blazed down, and most Valencians found shade at the
bar. There was a Fallas-style ninot of a 3-foot steak over a grill surrounded
by bags of charcoal. A guitarist belted out the tunes close to a double-decker
bus selling chicken wings. A whole row of other stalls grilled up beef,
meatballs, various sausage varieties, and pulled pork (obvs).
We had
another beer and tried to imagine what all of this might be like by 10pm. I
think they’d have got through an insane amount of Amstel Oro and wagyu burgers
by then. The diet of champions.
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The upstairs chamber at La Lonja.
Those Valencians and their tiles. |
We packed a
lot into this visit. So many new experiences. A Nou d’Octubre parade. The
inside of the Palau del la Generalitat and the Ayuntamiento. A Valencian
firework display. A Mascleta. Seeing a camel walking up Calle la Paz. A Meat
Carnival. A forest firefighters demo. New enchanting parts of the Barrio del
Carmen. The sights and smells (but mostly smells) of a “Medieval” market, that
wasn’t very Medieval.
And the feeling
of being completely at home.
Perhaps a
visit at Christmas, and then what will be an amazing Las Fallas 2019. This will
all happen well before the dreaded Brexit date of 29th March, so we will
be able experience the flames and the fireworks and the joy.
It remains
to be seen how the shambles of Brexit will affect our visits to Valencia, and
the degree of permanence we can enjoy as time passes.
We’ll see.
At the moment, I don’t know if I’m going or leaving home.