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... a boat trip later. Looked at the beach - not even a toilet block or cafe, overlooked by ugly high rises, glad we had not paid for a beach holiday there! Spain had its boom in the 60s and seems to have gone backwards since. Spent some time re-examining our itinerary to see how many hot cities we really want to see. Made a few changes. Had a quick dinner then back to ...
Ian and Sue kindly drove us to Xeraco to catch the train to Valencia, from which we could get a train to Barcelona to pick up the hire car. The train journey is in two parts and it turns out you can't buy a ticket for the whole journey. So when we got to Valencia, which has a beautifully decorated ticket hall, we went to get our tickets to Barcelona, which is when we had a massive shock: from online research we'd expected it to cost around ...
... reigns thus far; as it turns out I’m pretty handy with a map (new found talent) and in terms of orientation – also quite swell. So on our journey home, we came to a cross street where the Canadians were convinced we had to go left, and I was convinced we had to go right. In our tired and weary flamencoless state we all just wanted to get home, but two against one always wins. We took the road they thought would lead us home and I ...
... big lunch of fish and other delectible things that went onto the
fresh bread. Very tired from our traveling, we took a 5 hour nap and then
had left overs for dinner and cooked octopus tentacles. For dessert we had
homemade coffee flavored flan. Then, at about 12am, we went out to the
beach with Elias (my spanish brother), Sandra, and Emilio. We met up with
Elias' friend whom I hadn't seen for 8 years as well. They remembered me
and we ...
It's six a.m. I'm dancing. The room is spinning. And there are sharks. Welcome to Spain. It's been awhile since I've seen the sun come up, and as I struggled out of bed I remembered why. It hurts. But then again when else can you get in free as a VIP to Valencia's hottest disco tech, La Indiana, and actually witness the rare and ever-so-embarassing sight of Nick breaking out his white-boy trademarked dance moves? And no, I was not tripping on some form ...