More Valencia stories

"Brief, somewhat fruitless conversation about the corpse in pre-Shakespearian theatre." - Walter Benjamin Moscow Diaries

Sentence written on Fri. 5/19/06 4:20pm while waiting at the Walnut Creek BART station:

We all move in unison, as if choreographed, into position with the oncoming train; while a chorus of sparrows, sound out around us.

More Valencia stories- as I am waiting for my past to catch up to my present.

Sat. night- we had a very nice dinner in the old part of Valencia. My understanding is that Valencia- being an old city established in the Medieval times, has had its modern counterpart built around it. It creates an interesting dichotomy. Afterwards the West Coast Americans decided to go out "on the town." We stopped at a very crowded bar, with gothy-girl like art on the wall. Then we wandered around little more- to finally go home.

Sunday-Mic and I finally went sight-seeing. First, we went to the Museo de Bellas Artes I wanted to see the El Greco painting, there was only one. We walked around some more, etc.
We returned to the Science Museum for the final performances of the festival. After a keystone cops moment, all the performers were gathered for a final "Italian" dinner (because it was the only place left open to eat at the late hour of 11:30). Monday, what was left of the performers went with Rubén (the organizer) to eat paella on the beach. Pretty good! We hung out on the beach for a while, then back into the city's center and finished the day with my favourite meal in Spain- Pinchos with Txakoli!! (I.e. Basque finger food and Basque white sparkly wine). Tues consisted of a quick trip to Valencia's Aquarium (it purported to be the largest one in Europe. And a flight back to Paris.