Yesterday I bid farewell to Luigi and his Aunt and Grandmother on the streets of Castello. For a 19 year old he was very mature and he told me that he couldn´t wait until he finished school so that he could go travelling and do what I am doing which was a privelage to hear. I boarded the bus and ended up at the Castello train station. It turned out that for the four nights beforehand, there had been a four day festival in Castello and so for the two hour train ride to Valencia, we were packed in like fat kids in a candy store. Hot, sticky, irritable, reeking and uncomfortable are a few words that can sum that journey up. On arrival in Valencia I managed to grab a bed next to the Lonja (Church/Castle) in a hostel called Rincon (corner in spanish) for 13 euro a night. I dumped my pack and headed onto the streets to do a little exploring. I met a 46 year old lady in a cafe who helped me order as it took me 3 minutes to order a lemonade let alone food. She told me her life story and why she was living in Valencia....in a word; heartache! After my lunch I hit the road for the most famous Cathedral in Spain known as the Saint Mary of Valencia Cathedral (Santa Maria). I went inside and paid 4 euro for entry which also included an audio guide which to my surprise was actually very helpful and interesting. As I journed around the massive gothic structure I gazed upon ancient bones and skulls of saints, a petrified intact arm of an ancient saint and of course, one of the chalices from which Jesus supposedly drank from during the last supper, aka the Holy Grail. After being quite distinctly humbled after imagining that the cup in front of me was infact the Holy Grail , I hit the streets again down to the Jardines del Turia (Turia Gardens) which is a dried up river bed that has been converted into a park.
After relaxing in the sun I headed to a cafe which enables people to exchange languages on Monday. I then spent the remainder of the night teaching English, learning basic Spanish and meeting interesting people. One person I met was Roberto. Roberto is a brave, adventurous Italian woman who travels the globe by herself. She wants to travel to Morocco but doesn´t feel comfortable going by herself due to her having bad previous experiences with Muslim men. She asked whether or not I would be keen to go and I said that I would seriously consider it, after all it is only a two hour ferry ride from the bottom of Spain. We shall see where the weather takes me.......
Yesterday I bid farewell to Luigi and his Aunt and Grandmother on the streets of Castello. For a 19 year old he was very mature and he told me that he couldn´t wait until he finished school so that he could go travelling and do what I am doing which was a privelage to hear. I boarded the bus and ended up at the Castello train station. It turned out that for the four nights beforehand, there had been a four day festival in Castello and so for the two hour train ride to Valencia, we were packed in like fat kids in a candy store. Hot, sticky, irritable, reeking and uncomfortable are a few words that can sum that journey up. On arrival in Valencia I managed to grab a bed next to the Lonja (Church/Castle) in a hostel called Rincon (corner in spanish) for 13 euro a night. I dumped my pack and headed onto the streets to do a little exploring. I met a 46 year old lady in a cafe who helped me order as it took me 3 minutes to order a lemonade let alone food. She told me her life story and why she was living in Valencia....in a word; heartache! After my lunch I hit the road for the most famous Cathedral in Spain known as the Saint Mary of Valencia Cathedral (Santa Maria). I went inside and paid 4 euro for entry which also included an audio guide which to my surprise was actually very helpful and interesting. As I journed around the massive gothic structure I gazed upon ancient bones and skulls of saints, a petrified intact arm of an ancient saint and of course, one of the chalices from which Jesus supposedly drank from during the last supper, aka the Holy Grail. After being quite distinctly humbled after imagining that the cup in front of me was infact the Holy Grail , I hit the streets again down to the Jardines del Turia (Turia Gardens) which is a dried up river bed that has been converted into a park. 
After relaxing in the sun I headed to a cafe which enables people to exchange languages on Monday. I then spent the remainder of the night teaching English, learning basic Spanish and meeting interesting people. One person I met was Roberto. Roberto is a brave, adventurous Italian woman who travels the globe by herself. She wants to travel to Morocco but doesn´t feel comfortable going by herself due to her having bad previous experiences with Muslim men. She asked whether or not I would be keen to go and I said that I would seriously consider it, after all it is only a two hour ferry ride from the bottom of Spain. We shall see where the weather takes me.......
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MOrocco!!! Briliant
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