So our arrival into Valencia was a bit disappointing. I left England to get away for the 30 degree (-2 C) weather, pea soup fog, on/off again rain, ice slicked roads and my job. I looked out my window on the plane and was not pleased to see the droplets of H2O slowly landing on the ground. Damn! Valencia was expected to be around 50-60 degrees. As we (Lynn, Leanne and I) walked out of the airport I was once again disappointed to see people dressed exactly like the folks I left behind. All bundled up with boots, heavy coats and scarfs wrapped around their respective faces. Oh well.
We took a bus to the train station and walked a billion million miles to the hostel. Once again Lynn and Leanne were being secretive about the distance in hopes of not dissuading me from walking. I trudged, cold, cranky, still trying to get over a head cold to the doors of the Purple Nest hostel. It is quite a lovely place with brightly colored hands all over the walls. I have heard the staff here are all locals, unlike The Yellow Hostel in Rome which is completely staffed with either Americans or Australians. Our room came with a nice guy from Minnesota. Jason aka The Cleaner was asleep when arrived and I had to warn him that I snore. My intention was to let the girls go off and explore while I remained behind to catch up on some well needed sleep. I did not want to be out here with an immune system that was being driven by a physically exhausted individual. This past week has been hell on my body. Especially when you have a teenage client that has more shoes and stuff than Imelda Marcos and you have moved her at least 3 times in one week. Plus I moved from Ilford back out to Southend.
So Jason and I had a couple of good hours worth of sleep before I later ventured off to find la tienda de cigaros (cigarette store). Be very proud of me, because I actually ventured off by myself. Those years of growing up with Latinos, having Latino boyfriends and friends, and high school Spanish came in handy. However, I never found the store. I returned back to the hostel to meet back up with the girls and Jason (who we have adopted into our crew). We went walking in search of food. Let me tell you...when these folks take a siesta they really take a siesta. I lot of places were closed and had not intentions of opening back up until 6 p.m.
We ate and later went to a chocolate shop. It served the most delicious chocolate drinks! We are definitely going to make it an after dinner spot for the next couple of days.
Jason and I are on a mission to find a salsa club, while the girls head to bed early.
Adios mis amigos.
Ok, so here's the story line. Roughly 1 year ago, an amazing woman from South Central Los Angeles decided after receiving her Master's degree to expand her horizons and venture off to London. So over the course of the next couple of years she will hope to bring two continents together through the eloquence of her words...ok that is complete and utter bullshit! Your not doing shit so just stay a minute for the hell of it!
Location: In a London borough not far away from 3 tube lines, England
About me: 1. Lover of all things Chocolate 2. Terrified of Texas flying Tree Roaches 3. New lover of roundabouts 4. The world is my oyster...w/out the fishy smell 5. God, does not like ugly...so rearrange yourself and your face
