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jmusicianthe Leyland Brothers WorldValencia, Spain
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Aug 3 2007, 01:54 AM2 photos
 

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Valencia, Spain


 
I had tried to get to Portugal on a 17 hour bus. But, to my utmost frustration, the bus was full for that day. So, dammit, I went to Valencia as my backup plan.

After the tourist paradise of Barcelona, Valencia felt like a little dip in traditional Spain. Not to mention the fact that everything is lots cheaper.

My first night I caught an intimate little Flamenco show in a cafe, consisting of a percussionist, guitarist, and multi-talented singer, dancer and percussionist (palmas). The latter was a throaty woman in her late thirties who really took the house down with her incredible virtuosity with her flamenco feet (for the life of me I can't remember the name of those flamenco shoes and the name of the foot-stamping percussion that follows flamenco). It was an amazing show.

I found that hiring a bike was a great way to get around town. My still milding injured foot loved the bike, and after finding Harry Potter 6 to read, I was a kid at christmas.

Another great part of Valencia was my hostel. Heaps of travellers from all around Europe were hitting up Valencia, and the scene at my place was great - not only was there ample common space, but also a fab kitchen, great for pasta comparisons with the visiting Italians.


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