Although I could have spent at least another two days soaking up the sun in Madrid, it was time to move on. I was up early and on a 9am bus to Valencia.About an hour in to the journey it started to rain. And it did not stop. I arrived in Valencia early afternoon; the rain had really settled in. My hostel was in the centre of the old town - where the streets are so twisted and narrow that no public transport runs. I walked the 1.5kms and arrived soaking wet.
That afternoon I decided it was best to stay indoors. I was really disappointed, as I only had the following day in Valencia, and I had a lot I wanted to see.
By early evening the rain had started to ease - and because it was light until around 9pm, I decided to make the most of it. I wandered the old town, which was really authentic, again very narrow cobbled streets. But it didn't feel like every other European city, I don't know why... it just felt unique.
Valencia has a lot of graffiti art. Not the 14 year old teenager with a spray can graffiti, but ART by really talented artists. It was awesome...
Getting into the swing of Spanish life I didn't even think about dinner until about 9.30pm. But by this stage I found that only sit-down resturants were still open. Being the budget traveller, this was a little outside my price range. I had made a promise to myself that I would not eat any fast food while in Spain, but I ended up breaking that promise and chowing down on some McDonalds. Disappointing I know... But while out wandering I managed to get a few good photos of the city.
Back at the hostel with not a lot to do - a guy came around trying to convince people to join a pub crawl. I was more than a little tempted - especially as the bad weather was meant to continue into the next day. But I had so much I still wanted to see and so little time, that I resisted the urge. Turns out I made the right choice, as the next day I woke to beautiful sunshine! But thats another story...
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