Spain Up

I missed a day!! It wasn't anything thrilling, just orientation for international students at Carlos III, so Zayn definitely did not miss out. Honestly I would have been happy to play hooky with him, but part of orientation is registering for classes, so I had no choice.

Following a late afternoon realization that all the other WUSTL kids had trips planned this weekend, we decided we might as well take advantage of our last long weekend before classes start. After much deliberation (thanks Megan, Rachel, Dad, Clare, and Liz), we decided not to get to crazy for our first solo trip in Europe, and bought a simple train ticket to Valencia.

Someone took I nap while I hit the beach h!

Of course, come morning, we ended up missing that train side the train station is in fact in a different building than the metro stop of the same name. Whoops. But we got on the next one only half an hour later and we're soon zooming through the Spanish countryside at a brisk 300 km/h on your way to the beach.

We set off on the scenic route from the train station, walking through the city center to the beach. When we were only halfway there two hours later, we agreed that scenery is bullshit when you're carrying all your painting supplies turtle-style and it's 95 degrees outside. So we got on the metro and hopped off practically onto the smooth Saharan sand.

Sunset selfie!

Due to our charming spontaneity, we didn't exactly do the whole "reservations" thing when it comes to hotels, and by that point we were so not feeling another tromp through the unfamiliar city to do some comparison shopping, so we ended up in a pretty nice read:$$$$$) hotel right on the beach. We'll head back tomorrow to avoid bankruptcy, but until then we're enjoying some beaching and those little bottles of shampoo!