Today is Jason´s last day at the hostel before he heads back to Germany. Jason serves in the AirForce and is a captain. We had our last breakfast/brunch with him and sent him on his way. He will definitely have many stories to tell his fellow soldiers back at the base.
We set out towards the train station to take a day trip to another nearby town. We had earlier decided on a couple of places...Requena & Sagunto. The bullring is next door to the train station, so I figured that I would finally be able get my picture taken in the middle of the bullring. No such luck. There is a circus in town and they were not allowing anyone inside unless you paid for a ticket. So instead I am pictured across the street from the bullring. Bummer.
While in the train station we run back into Jason. He was wandering around and decided to stop in. We had missed our first train to Requena and had time to spare checking out shops at the bullring, also the girls wanted crepes. We said our goodbyes to Jason AGAIN. I told him that we had already gone through the grieving process and now we had to start it all over.
Let me point out that while on the train to whereever, that I had a blonde moment. I realized that all those times in the States that I picked up Valencia oranges that they actually originate from Valencia, Spain. The train ride was absolutely relaxing. We listened to classical music through the overhead speakers while either reading or looking at all the orange groves/mini towns/ocean/mountains. Now, Lynn and Leanne are great about getting us places, so I generally take a backseat on these trips and let them do there thing. However, they have a tendency to act like men (I know this is a generalization) by getting us lost and not asking for directions until we are lost. So we did not exit the train where they wanted to get off and we ended up in Castellon. So we made the best of it and headed to the town center. Don´t bother going to Castellon for any major sightseeing, because there really isn´t anything there but a church and some statues. We had a horrible lunch and got back on the train and headed back to Valencia.
We decided that tonight would be a chill out night considering that we are heading home tomorrow. We ate a delicious, authentic Valencian meal which included Paella. Paella [pa'e a]) is a rice dish, originally from Valencia (Spain) where it is eaten especially on Sundays and during the Falles. There are many variations of it with different ingredients. The name paella is the word for "frying pan" in Valencian (from Latin patella). However, the dish has become so popular in Spain that the word paellera is now usually used for the pan and paella almost exclusively for the dish. In the Valencia area, nevertheless, the name paella is commonly used for both the pan and the dish. Paella is usually garnished with vegetables and meat or seafood. The three main ingredients are rice, saffron, and olive oil.
So we have made back to the hostel and are about to turn in for the night. Tomorrow we intend to do a little shopping and go to a modern art museum, before our flight takes off at 9 p.m.
Romantically
I talked to Juan today and we were supposed to have coffee, because he has to work tomorrow. I called twice later and sent a text message. Have not heard from him. I told you European men are interesting. Oh well, that is life.
Hasta Manana

