Valenthiana

(If you don’t understand the name of the post, just say it out loud – you will sound like a real Spaniard!)

Valencia is a weird place.  In Spain, it’s one of the favorite cities of many natives – we constantly heard Spanish folks waxing poetic about the seaside town and how much they loved it.  To be totally honest, it wasn’t my favorite.  It was a little dirtier than other cities we went to, and just didn’t come across quite as charming as the other places we went.

I know this doesn’t look that dirty.  I promise that it was.  Kind of.

I feel a little bit like a traitor saying that because My Man really liked it.  But this is my blog, and I do what I want.  Ya heard?

However, the City of Arts and Sciences is another story entirely.

[The art museum, and something else that I can’t remember]

The City of Arts and Sciences in Valencia is one of the weirdest, craziest places I have EVER been.  And I once spent a week in Lincoln, Nebraska.  So I really know what I’m talking about.  It’s this collection of ginormous white buildings set on a massive piece of land, with water that defines the layout of the architecture – and it includes an art museum, a natural history museum, a huge aquarium and a bunch of other stuff that is long since forgotten.  That place is crazy.

Needless to say, we did some really important aquarium exploration and some equally important modeling – not necessarily in that order.

[Just posin’ with some teepees]

[ANGLES ABOUND]

[Vogue]

[The main entrance to Oceanographic, the aquarium]

[Nobody knows this, but he practices this face in the mirror on a very regular basis.  True story.]

[I didn’t have my vacay tan yet, okay you guys?  Gosh.]

[Pause.  Can we please talk about this for a second?  Those are dolphins.  She is standing on them.  I guess there isn’t that much more to say, other than the fact that seeing this definitely made me question all major life choices I have made thus far.  WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING????]

[Hehe.  This made me laugh.  Silly German tourists didn’t even realize that the sharks were absolutely circling around them, plotting their demise.  But they were.  Oh, how they were.]

[This is what old Valencian men do at 10 AM on a Monday morning.  Yes, that’s wine and beer.  Basically, they are ballers.  The real question is, why NOT??]

[This particular meal was billed to us as “desayuno americano,” or American Breakfast.  That is just a lie.  But who hasn’t ever fantasized about french fries with their eggs and bacon???]

[This is an entire wall of ham.  My gut instinct is that there are several men in my life who will find this picture strangely erotic.  For you: you’re welcome.]

That’s all for now, folks.  Like you, I am well behind in my online priority-mail Christmas shopping, and if I don’t end this post somewhere, how will you guys EVER hear about Barcelona and Tenerife?  Let’s be honest…it probably won’t be until February.  Because that’s how I roll.

As usual, I love you.  Come back soon!

OH – I almost forgot!  Even in Colorado, December and the coming months are totes dreary, which means that I’m going to need to spend a lot of time daydreaming about far-off exotic and warm locales.  So, my question for you is: where’s your favorite place you’ve ever been?  And if you haven’t been too many places, what’s your dream destination?  Here’s a secret:  I know you’re there.  So go ahead.  Leave a comment!  Nobody’s judging.  I’m just in need of a little cold-weather inspiration!  I might even send a topical Christmas gift to the person with the best idea.  Just sayin’.

Bye!