This is a stitched-together photo to show the wonderful view from the window in Addy's room, which he kindly lent me during our visit.
And this was my view from bed — the window is really more like a door. No screens, only the iron railing.
It was gorgeous… and also LOUD!! In the big city, they don't empty the dumpsters between 7 am and 5 pm, they do it at 2 am!! Most buildings are tall — 4, 5, 6 stories and more — so there's also AN ECHO IN THERE!! Yikes. I live on the end of a dead-end street in a sleepy little city, and I'm sure not used to that! I tried to liken it to Rio and the "joyful noise" emanating from Rocinha, but this was not that at all. I resorted to earplugs after the first night.
On Saturday morning, we walked to Mercado Central. Wow.
We watched a fish vendor shuck some oysters and then had them for a mid-morning snack… along with some champagne!
Meandering back, we found the narrowest house in… the world? Europe? Spain? certainly in Valencia!!
Orange trees line many streets! But they are not Valencia oranges and apparently are bitter and not very good to eat.
They sure are pretty though!
In the afternoon, we packed up and hopped a bus headed for the beach.
It was a gorgeous day!!
Between Saturday & Sunday, despite being under cover practically the whole time, I managed to get a pretty good sunburn!
And day is done. It was so great to have a more relaxing day after the frantic pace of those preceding!