Travel is often about the details and oddities. The personality of a city comes out in these quirks. In a world of chain stores, the cute pedestrian streets end up having similar labels. And really how many cathedrals can you see before they start to blend together. Valencia certainly had enough for me to find. These are primarily odd signs I noticed.
When Ali started planning the group trip to Tomatina near Valencia she booked an apartment. With four of us there, a full apartment was far cheaper than a hotel and nicer than hostel rooms. The apartment was in a great residential area and the block seemed to be named for Honduras. Not the country (we asked), but a cross street. Living in residential areas is fast becoming my preference when traveling.
Wandering around Valencia for the week of Tomatina we kept seeing posters for Oktoberfest in town. Since we had pretty much nothing planned for the week other than playing in tomatoes, we decided to go check it out. Oktoberfest is a pretty famous thing yet also quite Germanic. To find such a festival replicated in Spain would be a sight, we though. It was totally not Germanic, yet great in it’s own way.
This is a post in the Scenes from Spain series. This one involves a poster we noticed hanging in the metro system.
This is part of a set of posts I am called Scenes of Spain. This one highlights the Spanish obsession with ham in all its forms.
Today I write about ham.
Yes, yes. Ham I say.
Spain is a land of ham.
Tomatina was never my dream. I went to Spain for a week of relaxing and decided it made no sense to go all that way and NOT see this crazy festival. I followed Ali down to Valencia to meet Val and Jaime. They all were really excited about this festival, it being on several bucket lists. Here is my take on it. Quick summary, not my thing.