Valencia

Day 264 - Friday, October 12

When I arrived in Valencia, after some mediocre paella, I opted for bed, hoping some rest might do me some good.

Day 265 - Saturday, October 13

Well, I was really hoping I had seen my last bedbug for the trip, but no such luck. By Saturday afternoon, a handful of large red welts that were unmistakable bedbug bites had appeared on my shoulder and neck, adding insult to injury. But that made it a little easier to rationalize getting out of the room and exploring a little, rather than sit around and rest on account of the flu.

So I explored a bit, and took some photos:

From Valencia

From Valencia

After enough European cities, there is a bit of a ceiling on how excited you can get to see another old important church, which is the reason the highlight of Valencia for me was definitely the City of Arts and Sciences

From Valencia

From Valencia

From Valencia

From Valencia

It being Saturday, I googled "american football valencia" and was excited to see that a few people noted that you could watch games at a place called "Portland Ale House," which is owned & operated by a guy from...yep you guessed it...Portland. It also offered quality craft beers. The combination of college football on an actual TV and a good beer had me salivating. So I strolled up there at about 6pm, when the early games would be starting, only to see that it didn't open until 7:00. That's odd, but alright, I guess I'll come back in a bit. So I came back a bit later, to see a fairly full bar, with all the TVs on some summary of some Spanish soccer team's season. So I asked the Oregonian owner about this issue, and he said they couldn't get american football games at the moment. Well that was a failure. At least Clemson had a bye week, so I wasn't relying on this place for that purpose, otherwise, there might've been some yelling. I figured at least I could get some good American food and a good hoppy ale....Not so much actually, none of the craft ales were available and the only beers they had were the same shitty beers I'd been drinking elsewhere in Europe. I did manage to get a decent burger, but definitely a big disappointment otherwise.

From Valencia

Day 266 - Sunday, October 14

Despite moving beds, I woke up with more bites. Still nothing on the order of Sydney or Slovakia, but still annoying. And of course, I was still suffering from the effects of what I still thought was the flu. But at that point, I'd had a enough of Valencia, and got an afternoon bus to Madrid.