17/08
.... and what if the Semana Grande? The Semana Grande is a festival that takes place in Spain and more precisely in the Basque Country in August. I was always told as in terms of total devastation. Indeed, it is so! Take a medium-sized cities such as Prato (Prato and San Sebastian, are curiously the same population, data from Wikipedia), close all the main activities for a week and left open only the hospitals, pubs, bars and restaurants . Then take all the people and served alcohol at a low cost and abundance, then invited to meet together to make the slaughterhouse. Repeat this continuously for one week, and you'll get the Semana Grande. The first question that arises is: why not do it here instead of going to Spain? Probably because Italy is a country with repressive, fascist and papal. But that's another story. Non vi starò a tediare con le tappe aeree del nostro viaggio che a parte un po' di panico del Pao per varie turbolenze all'arrivo a Bilbao, non è stato degno di eventi particolari. L 'unico consiglio che vi posso dare è non tirare mai fuori il portafogli all'aeroporto di Francoforte o i vostri miseri euro si volatizzeranno. Atterriamo a Bilbao, forse la città più famosa, ma non la precedentemente noleggiata, e via verso la nostra metà. Solo cento Km. La prima impressione che sia guardando il paesaggio è che questa non è la Spagna. E' una qualsiasi cazzo di nazione ma non la Spagna. Nel nostro immaginario collettivo associamo a una nazione delle determinate caratteristiche climatologiche. Per cui mai mi sarei aspettato di vedere montagne rather tall, very green forests and clear blue ocean in the distance. We get to end the first half of our trip. Our hcapitale. Our trip is well organized, three days in San Sebastian, a charming seaside town then, another four in Bilbao, according to our information should be bigger and that we suspect may take away more time. Picked up, so our car, hotel is centrally located and while the Pao and Silvia are looking for a tourism office that gives us a map of the city or any information to also make it, I begin to better see the city and its inhabitants. In fact, despite being six in the evening on a normal working day (Thursday) for 
road is definitely too many people, and not only tourists like us. There is at least a good seventy percent of the population. I think it's curious, then go cop a truck, and that is very curious. With the windows completely blacked out, and covered with lattice anti breakthrough, also both the front and the back half of the cute and parabufali robust, capable of charging the people. I point it to Henry but he is too busy to take apart the machine. We have full insurance, so it is convinced that we can destroy it with impunity. Meanwhile, the Pao and Silvia are back with interesting news. The hotel is minutes away and they also know where to park for free the car. A place not far tells me 
the Silvia. Unload your luggage and go to park in a place where we arrive in time machine and go back for two more. At this point the narrative I light a rocket, you do what you want. To meet your cognitive abilities, higher and fall I put a little 'explanations of the Basque Country . Study them carefully, you'll need to understand this and the following post. We make our way on foot and by nightfall we begin to see the city. San Sebastian has a wonderful beach enclosed by two mountains that lead respectively in the name of the mountain and hill Urgull .... fuck, I do not remember, both of which dropping into the sea. At night are very suggestive. We decide to 
down to the beach where he ia already camped a small crowd. As he passes the time people become more and more as if everyone was waiting for something. Finally begins. The bigger and louder fireworks display I've ever seen. It was from when I was five and my father pulled the crackers in bed wake up that I did not feel like a slaughterhouse. The pictures do not do justice, to fully understand it to be seen in person. So next time you go there too poor bastards! Half an hour of barrels, but big ones for example, the next evening, we were at dinner at the same time, as we ate, we were shaking the plates. After this break meltdown that burns the sky, the chaos that was trembling from the day he moved into the street, in people.
And since then the party really begins. The roads leading from the beach to the old city center is a single river of meat in motion. Of course, the move was not without emotion. Of sympathetic individuals with a bull's carcass form on the back range from the crowd running. The detail that makes it a little 'different this thing is that on the surface of this bull craft rockets are turned on. We are a little upset, people enjoy. Beginning to wonder if during this holiday I'll never see a human torch. Unfortunately I will not be satisfied. The old city is the chaotic heart of the festival, of course, is where you will find our hotel. Having the hotel in the center of the festival is really very comfortable, and extremely tactical. It is a jumble of streets between them all the same crossing vertically and horizontally, forming a perfect grid in which getting lost is easy. Almost all 
the streets are lined by friendly local pub-like disk completely full of people. Exit and enter into the next one. So, without interruption. In each of these drinks are just a few Euros, and use of cannabis is strongly encouraged. In three hours later I see a bit 'of everything that the human mind can imagine: people trying to surf an ironing board on the ground, people who piss everywhere, vomiting sketch. I'll be repetitive but it's chaos. It 's like being at a party, but as big as a city. Beautiful !!!!!! But we just got tired and began to be felt. We opt for a comfortable sleep even though they are four in the night and the party still rages. Tomorrow we'll be in better shape.
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