FEBRUARY.
A FRUIT FESTIVAL SOUNDS VERY QUAINT.
That’s what we thought, but no, this is war.
WAR DOESN’T SOUND LIKE MUCH FUN.
Ok, it’s not exactly war, but a re-enactment of an historic battle between the victorious yet humble village folk and a despotic lord – instead of using more historically accurate weaponry like swords, the actors use oranges.
OF COURSE THEY DO. THAT MAKES PERFECT SENSE.
It’s thought that the use of oranges came about after young women decided to drop oranges from balconies on high onto boys below that they found attractive… but ignoring the nonsensical sequence of events that got us here, the festival is a colourful, entertaining, vibrant spectacle watched by over 100,000 spectators. It’s not possible for just anyone to take part in the actual battle, however; you need to register to be part of the regiment of foot soldiers.
OH GOOD, WE CAN STAND SAFELY ON THE SIDELINES AND CHEER THE VILLAGERS ON.
Sure, but be warned, being anywhere near the town square while the oranges are being launched will put you at risk of copping a juicing.
