This weekend the Mother and I headed to the beautiful and historical city of Valencia... my third favourite city in Spain. Sorry Valencia, but Madrid and Barcelona still beat ya! Although I hardly deserved a holiday as I'd literally just landed in Gatwick 4 days earlier after a week of vegetating on a sunbed in the Grecian sun scoffing my sunburnt face with the all inclusive buffet in Rhodes, you can never have too many holidays right? So off to the airport I went to fly to Valencia.
After miraculously making it to Spain through what was quite possibly the worst storm I have ever bloody witnessed in London, it was time to check into our beautiful hotel and time to get wandering in search of Sangria.
(So English I know *rolls eyes*)
As you can see, it didn't take us long to find the sangria! And after a very liquidy 'liquid lunch' in Plaza de la Reina, we spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around Valencia Old Town, exploring the plazas and the best thing about Spain...the Zara stores of course. (Sorry Mum, you can take the girl out of London...)
After a quick freshen up in the hotel (a blog post will follow all about this fabulous hotel, so keep your eyes peeled), we got the bus to Playa Malvarrosa, where there's a palm-tree lined promenade to rival that of Venice Beach, filled with traditional Spanish restaurants all battling it out to serve the best Paella. I actually had a restaurant recommended by a friend who used to live in Valencia, so dragged my Mum along to El Acoso Restaurant, to fill our sangria-soaked stomachs with some Paella Valenciana (chicken, rabbit & vegetables), as sadly we are that minority of the World who hate seafood boo. Paella is pretty much wasted on us, I know.
After waking up to Sunday with a very sore head thanks to the Spaniards charging a ridiculous €2.50 for a large glass of wine (I mean c'mon) after some more Old Town strolling we decided to head to the beach again to make the most of the beautiful weather before we had to fly back to London on Monday morning.
Thank-you Valencia, you were an absolute delight.