It is about a 3
and a
half hour train ride from Barcelona
to Valencia.
Upon arriving in Valencia, I
momentarily wanted to be
the Spanish Eloise because my hotel
in the old center of town is really charming (and staying in a sweet hotel rocks).
Being as
it's
Monday,
most things are
not open,
not even churches. So, I
set out on foot to see what I
could see.
The city is entirely different than Barcelona. Valencia
feels a
lot more
like a
place where people live whereas Barcelona
feels like a
place people live
it up. (
Truth be
told, I'm a
little Barcelona-
sick. I
kind of feel like I'm
cheating on it.)
Another difference is the scale, Valencia
being considerably smaller,
and,
of course,
this affects the way things are
laid out and the size of everything else.
In Barcelona
everywhere I
bob my bobble head there is something cool/
fantastic/
beautiful/
different to see. Valencia is much more contained. It has
an utterly beautiful old part of town where the majority of the "
monuments" are concentrated. I
thought I
would remain in this area for today and just take in the monuments.
Nope. I
got lost.
I
got really lost. I
was walking along,
snapping pictures,
feeling snappy,
snap,
snap,
and then I
lost my own scent. I
did some serious concentric circles and some intense isosceles triangles trying to maneuver my way
out.
This lasted a
long time,
and that's a
great way to see things,
but I
reached a
point where I
was done
being snappy. So, I
did what I
deign to do
anywhere,
and I
got on the bus. I
loathe the bus.
For as
much as I
appreciate and enjoy riding the metro,
the opposite is true of buses.
I
figured I'd
ride until I
saw something familiar, but being as I was lost everything simultaneously looked familiar and not. Then I saw it. Out o
f the corner of my eye was a
beacon of royal
blue and gold hope.
Yup;
it was my blimp. I
exited the bus
stat and got snappy.
Then I
found the metro.
That took me
to almost where I
was supposed to be,
but then,
in a
snap, I
was lost again. I conceded
and flagged a taxi.
My taxi driver
said he's
lived all his life in Valencia,
and he
still had to GPS my hotel--oh
snap! Mario
was not only an awesome hotel
finding taxi driver,
but he
was also sincerely really nice. He
was worried about me
navigating the city alone (
for obvious snappy reasons)
and said that he
works his other job until 5
am and that if I
have "
any problems in the middle of the night"
to call him. I
guess some things do
get a bit jumbled in translation,
but it made my night (and for all I
know I'
ll be
down, out and super lost again tomorrow).
It is about a 3 and a half hour train ride from Barcelona to Valencia. Upon arriving in Valencia, I momentarily wanted to be the Spanish Eloise because my hotel in the old center of town is really charming (and staying in a sweet hotel rocks). Being as it's Monday, most things are not open, not even churches. So, I set out on foot to see what I could see.
The city is entirely different than Barcelona. Valencia feels a lot more like a place where people live whereas Barcelona feels like a place people live it up. (Truth be told, I'm a little Barcelona-sick. I kind of feel like I'm cheating on it.) Another difference is the scale, Valencia being considerably smaller, and, of course, this affects the way things are laid out and the size of everything else. In Barcelona everywhere I bob my bobble head there is something cool/fantastic/beautiful/different to see. Valencia is much more contained. It has an utterly beautiful old part of town where the majority of the "monuments" are concentrated. I thought I would remain in this area for today and just take in the monuments. Nope. I got lost.
I got really lost. I was walking along, snapping pictures, feeling snappy, snap, snap, and then I lost my own scent. I did some serious concentric circles and some intense isosceles triangles trying to maneuver my way out. This lasted a long time, and that's a great way to see things, but I reached a point where I was done being snappy. So, I did what I deign to do anywhere, and I got on the bus. I loathe the bus. For as much as I appreciate and enjoy riding the metro, the opposite is true of buses.
I figured I'd ride until I saw something familiar, but being as I was lost everything simultaneously looked familiar and not. Then I saw it. Out of the corner of my eye was a beacon of royal blue and gold hope.
Yup; it was my blimp. I exited the bus stat and got snappy. Then I found the metro. That took me to almost where I was supposed to be, but then, in a snap, I was lost again. I conceded and flagged a taxi. My taxi driver said he's lived all his life in Valencia, and he still had to GPS my hotel--oh snap! Mario was not only an awesome hotel finding taxi driver, but he was also sincerely really nice. He was worried about me navigating the city alone (for obvious snappy reasons) and said that he works his other job until 5am and that if I have "any problems in the middle of the night" to call him. I guess some things do get a bit jumbled in translation, but it made my night (and for all I know I'll be down, out and super lost again tomorrow). 
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