(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. Dirt makes me sad, read on anyway





