I need a vacation from my vacation. For the first day since I arrived in London...I'm not going into central London. Too tired. And my feet hurt. And I still have sunburns.
In other news: I had an amazing time in Spain. Valencia was a great city to visit, because I got the impression that it is working hard towards becoming a tourist town, but it hasn't really got the tourists yet. So all the benefits of being a tourist without actually having to deal with tourists. Pretty ideal for me, since as I mentioned before I speak absoluetely no spanish.
I really felt as if I was getting to see first hand how people in Spain live. Particularly when everything shut down from 2-5. And I mean everything. You couldn't get a coke. And lets not get started on sundays. And one of my favorite places, the Central Mercado. It blows Pike Place out of the water. Pike Place times 10. Meat, seafood, fruit, vegetables, small bars, bakeries, little kiosks of assorted goods, wine galore! All right there. And the food looked delicious! With the possible exception of this and that. But some things were just funny. On our last night, Allen and I bought pasta, pasta sauce, mushrooms, olives, and mussels for under 5 euros and made an awesome dinner. ah, Spain. such cheap food. Wine for 45 cents. A dozen eggs for 75. Nutella for 2 dollars! I will miss you. *shakes first at London for being so damn expensive*
Also saw an amazing mediveal Cathedral. I particularly liked it because my photos turned out great.
Whilst there my second time around with Allen, we saw small children going through First Communion.
One thing inside the Cathedral I didn't understand, however, was this withered arm.. Ideas anyone?
In between walking randomly over half the city, I would take the time occasionaly for a siesta. It seemed to be in the Spanish spirit. One of my favorite places to rest was in this one park that streched almost all the way down to the beach. I guess what happened is a river dried up, and they just turned it into a giant park. So, so pleasant. It appears that Allen enjoyed it as well. And in the middle of it, there is a giant Gulliver playground. Look at the difference in size between the trees and cars and the sword. It was monstrous. And oh so cool. It made our walk to the beach take a little longer.
Ah, the beach!! Shiat. I was on the Mediterranean! Allen and I laid on the beach, read, chilled, and just let the time slip away. Finished off that day by having Paella with a view of the beach.
Most nights in Valencia, I eventually learned, are pretty dead. But Friday and Saturday people party hardy. In the streets, in the bars. Wherever they can find space. My favorite bit though, is that people will just sell beer on the street.
Oh, and Dad (if youre reading this) sangria does taste better in Spain. But perhaps that has something to do with being in spain too.
PS: Beware the gecko