Valencia Golf Hotel
- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
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... on Tuesday -- we couldn't find our can. We asked Enrique, the "concierge" or "super" for the complex. I described that we could not find our can. "Es desaparacido!" he said. Who knew that our black garbage can was a political dissident? We're still hoping for its return. If you know anything (is this a joke on newbies in Spain??), please let us know so that we can take down the vigil. (This is meant with all respect to Argentinians and ...
... of Holy Cha-Cha" (I don't get it either). The Marquis (pronounced "Mar-kweee") has been a loyal companion during our initial forays to the mountains and beaches surrounding Valencia.
It's warm and humid in Valencia, so the beaches have been a popular stop for the Boeschen Sand Castle Builders. The nearest beach is only about 15 minutes away from our house, but we've traveled as far as 90 minutes to sample the options. It's tough to get ...
... lovely grilled swordfish steak yesterday, I asked the English speaking waiter for the dish with the most vegetables. He laughed and said he would ask the chef to double the vegetables anyway. Well double nothing is nothing and all it came with was half a baked sweet potato. When I said where's the vegetables he just shrugged his shoulders and said something in Spanish.
So today I decided to have another look around the two ...
Today Jacob caught the train to Barcelona with some friends but promises to be back tomorrow! Glenda caught the train to Nuevo Centro, a large shopping centre, and did some serious shopping! We must have spent over an hour in one store which is saying something for us as we are not the best of shoppers. We then headed back into the old town for ...
... old woman with sparse white hair, a floral dress she kept tugging over her knee and a string of pearls tied daintily around her wrist. She and her little "perro" (dog) had helped themselves to a seat at my table. I glanced around at all the other empty tables, rested my hand on my purse, and greeted her. Although my Spanish is not all that fantastic, I understood bits and pieces and she chatted on to me. She told me just needed a quick break before continuing home from walking her ...