Sunday 17 August 11am:
Arrived in Valencia. I have no idea what I’m in for. I have no expectations, but I just have a feeling I’m going to fall in love with this place. Meet friend at train station. The city is still sleeping. We get a coffee. Not just any coffee, but the best Cortado I have ever had in my life. Just from the sidewalk cafe. Sensing caffeine addiction to kill when I get back home. This coffee just hugged me from the inside, I swear.
Sunday 17 August 12.39pm:
Looks like some of the shops are opening – yay! Why? Because I have also just realised that it’s the European Summer Sale. I. Can’t. Even.
H&M – it’s been real. Happy as a pig in mud. Street side shopping in one of the most beautiful old cities in Europe. So pleasant. Reminds me a bit of Zagreb in Croatia, but prettier.
Bershka – did you fall straight from heaven?
*Stops before uses all holiday money in one day*
Sunday 17 August 2.30pm:
Spends rest of the day wandering around the city in the ‘midday’ heat. A happy heat. Coffees, tapas, gozpacho, gin and tonics. And the street art – oh the street art! Instead of fighting against graffiti, they encourage street art as a form of artistic expression.
Also, 24 hour vending machine for the sex emergencies.