In one long sentence, I have left the machine guns, traffic jams and chaos of Madrid and have arrived in Valencia, with its man buns, pork pie hats, vaping, Santana cover bands and general hipster culture that I find so familiar and comforting. I already feel more relaxed and like this city so much that I want to explore it thoroughly while I’m here, but one of the things about Valencia I like so much is its invitation to do nothing at all during my stay. That is my cross to bear.
My room, with its private terrace seven floors above a pedestrian thoroughfare loaded with restaurants, artisanal bakeries and gelato dispensaries, will do.
The vegetable-themed park near me is intriguing in the sense that I don’t know what they were thinking when they made these things.
And, it may be just me from having lived with a doctor for 25+ years, but the thought of a “spongy mass” served with ice cream just doesn’t seem that appealing.
Nonetheless, I’m looking forward to wandering around this smoky, jazzy, expensive gateway to northern Spain for the next two days.
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