Valencia

The good thing about the end of my trip was I only stayed with people I already knew.  This saved me from the burnout.

Hitched a ride on blablacar, (an amazing rideshare website mostly for Europe).  My driver accidentally picked up the wrong person.... asked her if she was Amy, she said yes.  Turns out she was a sex-worker.  whoo hooo. They realized that pretty quickly and came back to the bus station to get me.

Valencia.  Had to cut my time here in half because my boyfriend informed me that he'd be in Paris in four days.

Went to the "Bulls in Silla" festival.  Also spent a lot of time on the beach, and practiced Spanish.

My friend Isa, who I met in Thailand, hosted me.

 PAELLAAAA. Best Spanish food. Ever.

 View from our apartment. Ocean.

 (Conversation in Spanish)
"Come over here! She's English!"
"She's NOT English. She's American."
"Well... Same thing. She speaks English."

 Sunset on the lake.

 Sunrise the next morning on the Ocean.

 So basically the bulls just run through the town and everyone jumps behind the bars (in red here) when they get close.

 Except these idiots.