Valencia, Spain

Because unicorns hate you.

After waking up in a Holiday Inn and having no idea where the fuck I was I just caught a cab so I wouldn’t have to even try to figure it out.

When I got home, Ali opened the door and exclaimed “you’re alive!” Apparently, when Jaime wandered in at 3:30 in the morning all Andrew could get from him was that he “lost me.”

We spent most of the day in some sort of tomato fight hangover, exhausted from throwing and fending for our lives and waking up too damn early and going to bed too damn late.

So we did, basically, nothing. I told you we were the laziest travelers ever.


We did manage to drag ourselves out the the apartment to get kebabs. And ice cream. And tapas where we spent the whole night drawing on the tablecloth…

French fries in Valencia, Spain.

Kebab in Valencia, Spain.

Jaime is sleepy in Valencia, Spain.

Strawberry ice cream in Valencia, Spain.

Drawing on our tablecloth in Valencia, Spain.

Drawing on our tablecloth in Valencia, Spain.

Calamare tapas in Valencia, Spain.

Chorizo tapas in Valencia, Spain.

Russian salad tapas in Valencia, Spain.

Drawing on our tablecloth in Valencia, Spain.

Drawing on our tablecloth in Valencia, Spain.

Drawing on our tablecloth in Valencia, Spain.
(I kept trying to get Jaime to distract dog owners so I could steal their cute puppies. This is the one I want. His name is Siesta.)

Drawing on our tablecloth in Valencia, Spain.

Drawing on our tablecloth in Valencia, Spain.

Drawing on our tablecloth in Valencia, Spain.

Because unicorns hate you. - Travel 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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