Valencia: Where the streets have no name...literally

Valencia is beautiful.

Purple Nest hostel is great other than the 88 steps we insist on climbing up to our room multiple times a day (there does exist an elevator that is fully functional).

DAY 1
Since we only got here in the evening we had just enough time to settle in so we could have plenty of time to wander the streets of this city. We set out for a quick bite to eat and after a long search we ended up sharing a long, romantic dinner for two. The food was amazing and the wine thirst quenching.

We learned that apparently you are much more approachable with a drink in your hand.

DAY 2
We travelled a fair distance to the "Saturday market" only to be disappointed. Our spirits were lifted once we reached the Central Market or Mercado Central though. We shopped around for meats and cheeses and enjoyed lunch outside the main steps.

We stumbled upon beautiful architecture and paid a quick visit to the Cathedral before hurrying back to the hostel hoping that we would not get caught in the rain that was headed our way.

Hostel staff questioned Alex's craving for a burger while in Valencia but still gave a recommendation of a nearby restaurant.
Alex: "BEST BURGER I HAVE EVER EATEN!"
We were obviously not disappointed.

DAY 3
Last night consisted of giant playing cards, wine, crazy lady sangria, fuck the dealer, hi-jacking a camera, riding the bus, getting carried away (literally) at the club, and ultimately finding our roommate (who rode the bus, couldn't finish it, and is apparently only 18) passed out in his bed with puke all over the floor and himself :( incredibly disappointing to come home to at 4 a.m. He almost got kicked out, doesn't remember hostel staff dragging out of the top bunk with a crowd awaiting him outside, don't fret, he did apologize in the morning.

All in all the tables have turned and Er put her best foot forward whilst bearing the heat today.

We walked the dry riverbend to the aquarium (Erika had never been to one?)where we almost fried on the long, unshady walk. From there we caught the trolly (literally a child like train) through the park back to the hostel, best decision we made all day.

We had just enough time for laundry and a nap before we met up with our roommates for a walking tour of Valencia, the tour was the second best decision. Our guide took the four of us around the city giving us all the history, or as much as he could spill in two and a half hours, he was great and we tried to absorb as much as possible (yes Er is still alive at this point!).

We finally tasted paella with our roommates, were surprisingly delighted, and enjoyed our last pitcher of sangria.