Day 3
This post is part of a longer project, Distant Diary — Spain. All entries are gathered on this page, along with an explanation and some background.
Woke early. Packed, grab a frittata on the way to the train.
Rode 328KM south to Valencia.
Train ride mostly uneventful. Sat next to an American stand-up comic with a sad sack story about losing all his money on his European tour. Didn't laugh once.
Another AirBnB, this one more "factory."
Walked just under 10K. Museums. Basilicas. Much porcelain. Grotesques and gargoyles abound. Delicious Charcuterie and the worst Martini I've ever had. Unimaginably bad.
I am older than the Font Del Túria, but it has me beat in beauty, poise, and bird shit.
I think Valencia is the most beautiful city I've ever seen.
