Sorry Mummy and Daddy but I’ve had to take the morning off uni to recover from my amazing weekend in Valencia.
The trip started by waking up at 5.00am on Saturday morning for an 8-hour coach journey.
Just no.
We rocked up to Valencia at something like two or three in the afternoon, whereupon I treated the bus to my guide of all the shops I could see out the window and Soraya immediately Google-Mapped where we could find the nearest Starbucks.
Our hostel was to be expected (for 45€): bunk beds (where my bunk mate turned out to be a 30-year-old Frenchman named Pascal, who was travelling alone with a group of students and snored far too much for my liking) and shared bathrooms (which I could have done without).
Pascal. Kind of. (Jayne’s Rapunzel in this gif.)
Soraya and I ditched our bags and rushed off to find the Starbucks arriving back at the hostel in the nick of time for our tour. It was totally worth it to get my Lime Green Tea Refresha.
On our ‘tour’ we visited the Towers of Valencia where there were some beautiful views of all of Valencia, we saw the Cathedral and we saw some lovely parks and plazas. Most importantly, we abandoned the group in favour of having some paella in the Plaza de la Virgen, looking at a gorgeous fountain.
But the fountain wasn’t the only sight to see. We also witnessed a rally to do with price cuts or taxes or homelessness or something. Whatever it was, an old man came up to us and shouted at us, telling us this rally was for ‘our futures’. Except that we don’t actually live in Spain.
We returned to the hotel to chill for a couple of hours before a night out in Valencia. At pre-drinks we managed to convince the entire group to listen to Anaconda, even if they didn’t want to.
And then we went out. If the boys are annoying in Granada, they are ten-times worse in Valencia. Why are you always lurking? Why are you obsessed with blonde hair? Why won’t you leave us alone?
And eventually, an exact reenactment of Clueless happened.
Always channel your inner Cher.
But in between the bar and the club, we had possibly the best taxi ride of all time. Our driver had made his own mix CD and enjoyed singing along to his tracks. When the song changed to Bon Jovi’s ‘It’s My Life’, we just had to join in… and so we cruised the streets of Valencia, screaming to Bon Jovi with our new best friend.
Eventually we tumbled into bed at 6am, after a fun night of drinking, dancing and desperate Spanish boys. Of course Pascal’s snoring meant I only got three hours sleep and woke up feeling less than fresh but still alive. For now.
On Sunday we went to Oceanografic which is the biggest aquarium in Europe and we were like children in Disneyland. It was incredible. We saw fish and sharks and walruses and whales and coral reefs and there were the tunnels where the fish swim over you and we had a buffet lunch and we saw a dolphin show.
It was like Sea World but better.
After the wonderful dolphin show the tiredness had hit. We were flagging majorly and crawled back to the hostel to wait for the bus home. Our tiredness had made us go a little bit crazy, so we raced to the bus to get the prime front row seats to put our feet up for the journey home.
I wish I could say more about the travel home but it’s all a bit of a blur to me. There was some deliriousness going on and all I can really remember is tea, giggling about bread with Soraya and lots of Taylor Swift.
We finally made it home at 4am and I unfortunately didn’t make it to uni this morning. But it was totally worth it.
Life.
In other news, I had a fantastic weekend when Mummy and Daddy came to visit and now I’m just counting down to seeing them again at Christmas (31 days!). I also went on a tour of a music museum, found some Heinz beans and successfully made it through a Spanish presentation.
Now I’m just excited for Rebecca to visit this weekend and for her, I dedicate this gif of our main gal, who perfectly represents my emotions right now.
B is for Becky and Blair.
If only she’d book her coach tickets…
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