Travel Photography Part 2: Valencia
This week, I'm continuing my humble brag of our recent Spain travels. Last week, I talked your eyes off about the beautiful Barcelona. In case you missed it, you can catch up on the Part I Barcelona's series here.
Day 5: We awoke early morning to catch the Aerobus train from Barcelona to Valencia--a short two-hour ride. As soon as we walked out of the station, the city welcomed us with opened arms. The roads and alleyways of the small but tall medieval city seemed to be within arms reach. Valencia is the third largest city of Spain but is often overlooked by tourists visiting the country.
We settled into our AirBnB apartment and were ready to explore. As we got deeper into the city, our visual senses confused and overwhelmed us. We were both mesmerized by Valencia's medley of old versus new. There were ancient buildings nestled between the tall majestic modern day structures. There were palm trees everywhere. Orange trees everywhere. The maze of alleyways always took us somewhere new. We got intentionally lost often and stumbled from cool cafe to cool bar to cool restaurants. What better way to become acquainted with a city that has so much to offer?
Day 6: The next morning, we walked back into town to rent a couple of bikes. From there, we were ready to venture outside the city walls. On our way towards the coast, Valencia got weirder but in the best way possible. We rode past the City of Arts and Sciences Complex which consisted of several buildings for cultural and educational activities designed by local architect Santiago Calatrava. These buildings almost towered over the city like strange, alien-like series of glass-and-steel structures. We didn't get to visit inside the buildings but the visual from outside was plenty. Five miles in to our bike ride, we finally hit the beach. Five miles and stretches of sketchy roads later, we arrived at the Albufera Lagoon where we marveled at the reflection of the blue skies on the mirror-like surface of the lake. We continued our journey to El Palmar, a tiny village at the edge of the lagoon. By far, this was my favorite part and moment in Valencia. We spent the rest of the day gorging on delicious dishes and wine and somehow miraculously biked back into town with a full stomach and a slight buzz. The rest of the evening, we walked aimlessly through the city. It was perfect.