We arrived in Valencia around 3, and headed to the hotel. After checking in, we found a restaurant right next door. The place had a lot of customers, a good decor, an best of all, no pictures of the food on the menu.
When the food arrived we realized that we had chosen the right place. It was the best food we had eaten up until that point on this trip. We ordered some paella with rabbit and chicken, some meat with green beans (we are fairly sure that it was beef), and two other dishes that I can't recall at this point. But worry not, we took pictures of everything.
A little while later a man who had been having a business lunch at the table next to us came over and began speaking to us in Catalan. Apparently he was the owner of the restaurant and the man he was meeting with was a producer of olive oil. He gave us a sample and it was so good that we bought two bottles from him right then.
After lunch we decided to go to the beach to ward off some of the heat. What appeared to be a short jaunt turned out to be an hour-long trek through the poop smelling-est section of the city. We did stop at the biggest opera house in the world though (after the one in Sydney).
Eventually we arrived at the beach. Amy and I had forgotten our bathing suits, but we just ran into the water anyway. Now I can say that I've been submerged in the Mediterranean Sea!
The rest of the day involved dragging out soaking asses back to the hotel, some more tapas for dinner and some much needed sleep.
The next morning we explored the town some more, stopping at the Cathedral of Valencia, where the Holy Grail is kept!! It looks like Indy was looking in the wrong place as this church had kept the cup in its possession for 2000 years.
We scaled the walls of one of the old city gates, and got an eyeful of the town from the top.
Then it was off to the train station to catch our ride to Madrid.
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