Opera Urbem Valencia

... the city. In Valencia, things simply glisten in that Mediterranean sun.

It may be fall in most places out there (and winter in others...[cough] Czech Republic) but we're just not ready to settle into boots and coats. So we're off in a couple days to our last warm destination - Portugal. Of course I hear barnacles are a local treat here. Hmmmm...perhaps a culinary adventure this will not be.

Adeu [Adios]!
C&W

... interested. They have a great complex- The City of Arts and Sciences which you can easily spend two whole days in. There's everything from dolphin shows to films on Egyptology.
Found the city to be a little quiet and not just as impressive as other spainish cities, such as Seville, but def worth a visit- especially if you can join it up with a feista- I would love to go back for La fallas.

... to find our hostel after wondering around the city (translation: we got so lost! The directions on the website were literally, walk through plaza, there will be steps on your right, and cross steps...apparently it's too much to put street names).
Once we actually found our hidden hostel, we were pleasantly surprised. This hostel was more like a hotel. It was incredible! We had ...

... extra night in Valencia and travel with her until the 15th of October. So...very unlike myself, I set myself free of my calendar which by this point was very meticulously planned and am planning on traveling the rest of Spain with her.

The three amigos, very appropriate considering we are now all friends in Spain where they speak Spanish. However I supposed Amigas would be more ...

... t to happy with the snoring though, they got up several times to violently shake the tent to stop the snoring, with only temporary reprieve. I thought it was hilarious though, not much sleep was had so I may have been a bit delirious. On the last night I changed tents (someone left) and finally got some uninterrupted sleep. Honestly, snorers should either be shot or put in confinement when sleeping in public.

NOW, to the part you've been waiting for. LA TOMATINA ...

... during the trip. I didn´t do anything yet was not bored, basically just stared around me for a bit. And fortunately there were some stops in between, allthough the toilets turned out to be without toilet paper, what a pity. My nose wasn´t running at all which was a blessing, but since yesterday evening it hurts to breath in through my left nostril. How sick is that, pain through breathing. I shall see a doctor when I get home, this is getting crazy. I arrived at 19.30 ...

... there was an enormous crowd out the front waiting to be seated. After dinner we went back to the rooftop and hung out there drinking sangria until we were kicked out at 11.30pm , and a big group of us wandered over to the sister hostel which had a bar. We hung out with the aussies from earlier on and found out that 2 of the guys were brothers that grew up in Gembrook and that they had gone to Pakenham Hills primary, and oldest had gone to Beaconhills for a term ...

sooo theres good news and bad news. i guess ill start with the bad news. we got robbed on the beach yesterday in valencia. sucksssss. passports, cameras, money, credit cards, everything. BUT the good news is that they found everything except the cameras. which is an absolute miracle. they said they have on average 20 people get things stolen everyday from that area of the beach alone. thats disgusting. anyways we did go ...

... often see them doing nine laps around the church, praying. We didn't get to see any because it was siesta time :( I wish I could go back for Las Fallas, a huge celebration where they burn these huge papier-mache things they spend the entire year building. However, it is going to be too expensive to stay there when we would need to. We are going to go to Girona/Costa Brava/Figueras instead. Both Jenna and my cousin Alex will be here. Peeing my pants with excitement.

... I ended up with Gaspar, my Spanish friend and Cem. Cem was an interesting character. He was Turkish and looked the part. In fact, he looked like an underwear model. He had really pale skin and dark hair and eyes with chiseled features. Like a Turkish Zoolander. Friendly too. I had just and already I was invited to his birthday party. He also gave me the privilege of sharing his views...on pretty much everything. He had determined that Shamanism ...