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Trip Start Dec 15, 2006
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Trip End Dec 2007


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Saturday, September 22, 2007

We made it. Shocked and suprised to really be in Europe for the first time. It feels like a right of passage. I canīt believe I am here. It is so old and so steeped in tradition. It makes Canada feel, I donīt know, like it is not its own country but something based on a whole bunch of other places.... ok, wait, thatīs what it is. And I love my country so I am ok with that. Alright, enough rambling.

We didnīt have a place booked and so naturally, the first place we tried was full. I was so exhausted but we trucked on to the next location. Center Valencia Hostel. It was off this cute sqaure, right in town. A great location. I was shocked when I opened the door of our room and saw 8 bed crammed into the smallest room ever. Shocked! You could barely move between the bunks and having more than one person standing at a time was a no go. It was amusing! Wendy and I were so exhausted and I was so jet-lagged we skipped dinner and went straight to sleep. Well worth it.

Woke up the next morning to find 4 people sleeping in the room. They were from Australia and gave us some pointers of things to see in town. We went for breakfast in the square. A real European moment. A fountain, a church, restaurants and small businesses surrounding the square with espresso and pizza in hand. Great moment. We explored the city for the rest of that day, getting our bus ticket sorted to Denia which was the next stop on the agenda. The weather was pretty bad in Valencia, raining fairly heavily off and on for the entire day. We wanted to head out that evening and by the time we were dolled up and out, it was pouring! I donīt mean just a little. Downpour. We made it to a restaurant for dinner and then to a bar for a drink after. We met up with some locals and they drove us to a club in the area. Betty Pop. We would have never found this place on our own and it was a real Spanish experience. Spanish pop blaring and all the locals singing along. Quite the voices on these people.

Woke up on the 22nd with a bit of a headache and trekked down to the bus station. It was a bit of a ways there and we arrived just in time for another downpour to start. Enroute to Denia!!
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