Breakfast on my first day was over-sweetened lemon tea from a machine and post airport-security-control celebratory muffin. Ally MeBeal’ed it in the Home Youth Hostel with Unisex toilets. I didn’t mind, but some people may find it awkward to do their morning poops. I think an insect ate my face last night.
I knew I had to leave my chocolate muffin to go explore Valencia. Perhaps a walking tour to get oriented, because I couldn’t be bothered orienting myself. But the rain was too ploppy, and this can turn the happiest of people into miserable bastards who hate puppies and toddlers. So on Thursday I I went to do some learning at the City of Arts and Sciences, indoors (except by the time I got there my socks and things were wet and I was a miserable bastard who hated puppies and toddlers).
It’s not fair to judge a city when you’ve only seen it soggy.