Meeting friends in Valencia, Spain

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Meeting friends in Valencia, Spain.

I woke up early on Sunday and got ready to say goodbye to hostel life for a bit. It was only appropriate that in between packing my bag and checking out I went to take a shower but instead found a girl passed out between the two stalls. I decided it could wait.

I needed to meet up with Ali and Andrew and Jaime at the apartment we’d be renting together for a week.

After getting our keys and unpacking our bags, we got sandwiches. We went grocery shopping. We laid on the beach. We splashed in the waves. We got tapas. We watched Aladdin. We made dinner.

It’s weird how you can, in actuality, hardly know someone but at the same time feel like you’re meeting with old friends.


Jaime and I only actually met for the first time when we happened to be in Brussels at the same time a month ago. And I’d only met Ali and Andy at the TBEX convention in June. But we’ve all talked on Twitter for much longer.

Though, in the scheme of things, not very long at all.

sandwich in Valencia, Spain.

Beach bum in Valencia, Spain.

Beach bum in Valencia, Spain.

Beach bum in Valencia, Spain.

Beach bum in Valencia, Spain.

Tapas in Valencia, Spain.

Cooking dinner in Valencia, Spain.

Cooking dinner in Valencia, Spain.

Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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