The first three days before Ash Wednesday (March 6-8th) were probably some of the most fear-ridden and fun filled days I had in Cuenca. It's a giant, free for all water fight among the entire city and no one is exempt from it. No one. An extra set of clothes was necessary for any and all shifts and bus rides created a moving target for water bombs.
Never fear, I did get my fair share of cheap hits, but in the end, I got killed.