Andre and I arrived in Valencia at 8pm on a Thursday, exhausted and ready to crash after a full day of packing, organizing and a farewell gathering with fellow teachers and friends at a nearby bar for my last Andalucian tapas in Roquetas de Mar, the day before. We arrived to our Airbnb apartment, where people host you in their home for a fee and were surprised to find a twin bed instead of the double we booked. We fell asleep and awoke the next morning to finding new accommodation, a 1 bedroom apartment that was equivalent or less to paying for a room in hotel or a hostel. Sweet!
We didn’t know too much about Valencia except for the beach and awesome architectural spaceship design housing an aquarium and science museum. We originally had planned 3 nights in Valencia but booked an extra night after the mishap, later I’d be frustrated for having spent so much time in a city that never felt right.
Valencia is an interesting city filled with antiquity buildings, modern and run down. Sometimes I felt like I was in Mozambique, others in Miami and Brooklyn. We kept feeling like we were missing something, is the city full of underground spots?
The beach was nice but was a typical city beach and had a view of the port.
We enjoyed the Mercado Central and later cooking a home-cooked meal. Andre was excited to be a little kid again exploring the science museum for 2.5 hours, which he hinted throughout wasn’t long enough- “You get to play with all the stuff, it isn’t enough time.” Science museums aren’t my favorite but they had an awesome exhibit on Marvel comics and I loved snapping photos of the building.
We also stumbled upon “una fiesta de Naciones,” a sampling of food from “around the world.” We ordered Paella and ordered ribs and fries that happened to be from the American food stall and Duff beer. Because in America, you know, everyone drinks Duff Beer. No. Not really. It’s interesting to see what is culturally exported, ya know?
Ironically, one of our favorite parts of Valencia was our cozy apartment. It was a perfect place for me to transition from having a home in Spain to “being on the road.”
Have you ever been to a city that left you feeling flat? Have you been to Valencia? What did you think?