Valencia is extremely pretty and very polite, definitely our favourite so far. With tapas, sangria and gin bars on every corner, there are certainly no concerns we will run out of fuel stations.
Tony chose our eating venue last night, his only requirements being a large TV to keep a lazy eye on the Euro 2012 match between Spain and Croatia. Turns out, as it so often does when you can’t speak the language, that we were seated in front of the only TV in ALL of Spain playing the Italy and Ireland game.
Our waiter, saddened by the fact that we were complete losers, offered us a bet of free food and drink for the correct score. Tonys pick of 2-0 to the Italians came through, and with our table piled high with empty tapas plates, sangria jugs, and gin glasses, we walked out of there over 3 hours later not having paid a thing! Go the Italians!
Here’s Tony at the sports bar with his Sangria and Tapas – and if you look closely you will see he is saying…Jesus woman, would you just bloody well hurry up and take the godamn photo!
Also the view from our balcony at night, and the orange bird Tony’s going to replace me with if I buy any more shoes.
Travel Tip 8:
When eating tapas, remove the toothpick before consuming.