Valencia presented us with many lovely churches and pretty plazas from the moment we left the station. Some of the plazas had huge trees with root systems so complicated and large as to form miniature caves within them.
In one of the plazas, after we'd been sitting on a bench for a while, a homeless man came up and started talking to Jay. He got angry that Jay wasn't responding, and I explained that he didn't understand Spanish. The man asked what he spoke and I replied by asking why it mattered. He said he wanted to talk to him and then went off on a rant that Jay was a racist bastard (plus a couple of choice words I suspect I only know the Chilean equivalent to) and marched off spitting. Friendly.
In a restaurant in Valencia we tried arroz negro - a type of Paella (a classic Spanish rice dish) cooked with squid meat and dyed black with the ink of the squid. Dark and scary-looking at first glance, but absolutely delicious. Although it must be said, the dish has an unfortunate tendency to dye your teeth, tongue and lips black. But oh, it is so worth it.
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