Okay, now this is comical. We arrived in Valencia late this afternoon and decided, after a brief rest, some of us would all meet downstairs, then take taxis downtown to the historic section. Sound good?
About 20+ people all met downstairs and piled into cabs to go downtown. In a normal town in most normal cities, you get in and tell the driver to go to the Post Office. Right? Uh oh…he didn’t know one word of English and none of us knew Spanish or Catalyn, so we ended up at the wrong place.
We were supposed to meet the rest of the group at the post office and then decide where to go for dinner. After trying to find someone who spoke our English, we walked and walked and finally found the post office and found the group. They walked ahead of us and after a good hike, we decided to sit and have a drink. One of our friends ran ahead and told them what we were doing and came back.
Our young server came over and we asked if she spoke English. With a wink she replied ‘perfectly’. This young lady spoke 4 languages. We ordered our drinks and a few minutes of our friends came back and told us where they were dining.
A few minutes later we went and met up with them and ate at a street restaurant called “Mon”. We ordered our Paella (two kinds) and thoroughly enjoyed it. This is Spain’s national dish and they did not disappoint.
Several entertainers came and went and, all in all, had a wonderful evening. Would recommend it to anyone,-get out, walk about and enjoy an evening with friends,
