Mi Propia Semana Fantástica

Every so often, I grow terribly nostalgic for Spain. I'll never forget October of 2002 in the city of Zaragoza. It was the week of the Fiestas del Pilar. The city pretty much takes the week off to celebrate the patron saint of Spain. I had no idea what kind of cultural fun I was in for at the time, but I will never forget what I have since come to term Mi Propia Semana Fantástica...my very own week of wonderfulness!

The first thing that will tip you off that the fun is brewing is the appearance of these adorable red and black checkered neckercheifs on people. They are called "cachirulos". It took me a long time to remember how to pronounce that word correctly, but not nearly as long to start wearing one of my very own! ¡Viva Zaragoza!

On a nightly basis, there is a different fireworks show in various parts of town. The final night of the week is the grand finale fireworks show over the River Ebro right next to city's big cathedral, The Pilar. Thousands come out for it, as it is so spectacular, it leaves one's jaw dropped in awe.

There are pop concerts and folk music concerts around town. The people are out in the streets milling around together. There are parades. It's just one fun thing after another! My favorite part is getting to dress up in the native costumes on the big Día del Pilar. My friend Cristina let me borrower her sister's dress, and I LOVED it! It is so fun to be able to experience another culture's traditions, especially one with such a long, rich history.

España, te amo y te echo un monton de menos.