22/06/2026
If you're on the coast this week and wondering why Alicante suddenly sounds like it's at war every afternoon — that's the Hogueras de San Juan, and it's one of the best things on the whole calendar.
From the 20th, the city fills with giant satirical sculptures — fogueres — built in wood and papier-mâché, some several storeys high, planted right in the middle of the streets. Every day at 2pm there's the mascletà, a rhythmic wall of gunpowder you feel in your chest rather than watch. Then on the night of the 23rd into the 24th comes the Nit de la Cremà: the whole lot is set on fire. Months of work, gone in one glorious evening. Very Spanish.
The catch is getting home afterwards. It all peaks late, the night trains back down the coast barely exist, and a taxi out of Alicante mid-fiesta is a contact sport. The people who enjoy it most are usually the ones who can drive up, leave the car on the edge of town, and head home calmly whenever they've had enough — which, conveniently, is the kind of evening a car parked outside the apartment is made for.