YOOOOO WE'RE BACK!!! Welp, just got back from a weekend in beautiful Valencia! Traveling with our two roomates and two stellar studs (Alex and Brian, congrats on your first and last shoutout... sike, more to come) we woke up early Friday morning and hopped on the train (oopss I mean bus, sorry Meg), strapped on our eyemasks and slept through the 4 hour trip. When we arrived in Valencia, being the gentlemen that they are, Alex and Brian offered to carry our bags on the trek to the hostel. Oh wait, no they didn't! Anyway, the 6 of us found our way "Home" (the name of our hostel) all by ourselves... even though halfway there we were wondering if we were going to be the next victims in Hostel 2. We checked in and were surprised to find that our hostel was pretty dag on legit. We headed straight for the beach and made out with the sun and had a little fun. The beach was exceptionally long and the water was warm and blue. Unlike OCMD, we could actually see our toes at the bottom.
On our way home we stopped for some cheap wine, bread, and jelly, to compliment the PB that we brought to save a little dough. We came home, got ready for the evening, and headed up to the roof deck of our hostel for some "Party Time!" It was really cool how all our hostel-mates circled around to meet new people from all over the world. We met some Aussies, Belgians, Oregonians, Italians, and our favorite of all, a British lad by the name of (you guessed it) Darren Parker. He also happened to be our roomate in the hostel... more on him in a little bit. After a few drinks and meeting some cool people, we walked one block to the main street where all the nightlife goes down. We had the biggest, most international dance party of our lives. Our most conservative roomate happened to be not-so-conservative when we were shocked to find her having one hell of a dancefloor-make-out sesh with our new Belgian buddy.
The next morning we woke up and went to the common kitchen to make some PB&Js for the beach, only to find the PB stolen. So much for hostel ettiquette. The jerks left the J so our jelly sandwich has to suffice. For some strange reason we decided that a 4 mile run to the beach would be a great idea. We wanted to make sure we still looked dec as hell in our suits. We forgot to mention previously that bathing suit tops are not commonly found on the beach in Valencia. Unfortunately for our friends Brian and Alex, we decided to keep our tops on (don't fret FJ and Ben...), so they were forced to take a gander at the older women who were more comfortable with their bodies. After a couple hours of sunbathing, we met up with Darren and walked around the city to see the popular tourist attractions. The cathedral, which claims to house the Holy Grail, was one of our favorites. We enjoyed a typical Valencian dinner of paella in the Plaza de la Virgen.
After dinner we went back and met up with more of our hostel friends for a few drinks before another night on the town. Spending the entire day with Darren made us feel close enough with him to bring "Betha" out in full form. Kit, our Fabulous Life impersonations were superb... thanks for those hours of lessons. Midway through the night, we tried to find the infamous club, Indiana (thanks, Paiva, for the suggestion!) but it was 15 euros to get in. We bagged the idea and went back to barhopping closer to our hostel. The next morning we went to another Spanish mass at the cathedral and were again pushed around in the race for communion... what is it with these Catholic Spanish women? We hit the white sand beach for the last time, checked out of our hostel, and made the trek back to the bus station. All in all, the weekend was a success. Valencia: 1!
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Poor, poor Darren P. I can only imagine what the bloke thought of American females post "Dia de Adventuras" with Betha. I hope you didnt tell him that "Americans dont vacation, Americans summaaaahh." And I sure hope you were polite enough to offer him a bite of your J. (bummer that your hostile mates were quite hostile cleptos!! but i cant say i'd deny myself some free PB if my stomach were a-grumblin and i had had a bit too much sangria!!)
sounds like a glorious time, girls.... and i applaud you for leaving more to the imagination for your little spanish fellas and keeping your tops ON. I'm sure the Rock and T. George are quite breathing sighs of relief as well (not to mention your dads and God).
i do have to say that was the greatest post thus far - laughs escaped from me frequently throughout my read.
love you girls MUCHO!!!!!!!
XOXOXO
You girls are having some fun time there in espana! I'm glad you have male companions you know who are accompanying you in your travels! This is such a wonderful adventure! Make sure you are always careful and aware of your surroundings so everything stays wonderful! I'd love to be a "bug in your bag" . . . or maybe it's better I don't know the FULL story!! You've done a lot in three weeks! Count your blessings, and don't forget to give thanks! LOVE YOU & STAY SAFE!!!!
hahaha you guys are rediculous. And Beth AHA! i am sooso glad to hear that you have adopted the sleeping mask. Glorious! Also, i thought you all would be happy to know that WOO HOO i befriended some skater boys who are totally radical. yeah, i said it. LOVE YA LOTS! xoxoxo
brigid, i'll have you know i was NOT wearing an eye mask on the train... sorrrryyyy collinssss
Becca,
Now I can see all I missed by studing in the states! I love the photo gallery it really brings your experience to life. Thanks for sharing and we loved the post card. Can't wait to hear more.
Love
Mrs C
I see that, in my internet absence, you have not forgotten me. I always appreciate a few inane comments. However, please note, I wholeheartedly disagree with Momma Deb. I would greatly prefer you have no male escorts while in Spain with, perhaps, the exception of Alfonso.
In any case, I am glad to hear that you are not comfortable with your bodies -- that is a good thing. It is like your emotions -- never forget to bottle them up.
I would really appreciate a picture of Becca intently speaking Spanish as well as Beth. When viewing that photo I could practically hear Beth's authentic accent. You can just tell she is speaking with the traditional Spanish lisp when pronouncing her C's and Z's. Wait until you come home and speak to a Mexican -- you'll get all confused.
Spain is obviously as beautiful as when I was there. Enjoy your time but don't forget you are there for an education -- stuff you get from books, not bottles of cheap $.75 wine.
Another thing -- discos are very "passe" (that's french in case you didn't know). You'd be better finding a few friends to chat with (in Spanish of course) at a cafe than dancing at some EuroTechniShow with lights and Spaniards imitating bad American musicians. Try Flamenco and classical guitar, not computer generated beat synchronized with flashing lights and public displays of affection.
Your very uptight Dad.
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