//tacos, art viewing and a north american rendez vous.

¡hola!

today was our last full day in valencia. tomorrow we're off on an 11 hour coach ride to seville. tonight's been good though. kelly and i decided to make our cravings a reality by making tacos for supper. we went all out and it was glorious, with the exception of one glaring error. the meat was... well, not beef. or pork. or any other identifiable substance for that matter. now, it wasn't bad, but it wasn't entirely normal either. rabbit, maybe? we've also ruled out ostrich thanks to the keen eye of a fellow canadian from halifax. we started cooking and settled in to eat with a nice couple from oregon. we had a good time reminicing about the tulamuck cheese factory and i was pleased to hear that they were equally dissapointed at the lack of texas cheese hats. (and maimes, their reaction to the tsunami signs was the same. big wave = run north!)

valencia was finally open today. things have been locked down the past couple of days because of christmas, and rather than impose holiday hours, they just clean shut down. we managed to find several supermarkets and things open (thus the copious amounts of food) and it finally looked like people live here.

so, seville tomorrow, but to be honest, it kind of just feels like we're killing time before heading to paris. i think it's just becuase i'm really excited to get to france and see everyone and ring in the new year europe style... but i'm kind of over spain. then again, i'm sure i'll miss it when i'm gone. always do... what i wont miss thought, is some people's total lack of english. (granted my spanish isn't top notch...) we went to the bus station today, and four people, including the information booth woman, didn't speak a lick of english. so, we had to come back to the hostel and get one of the staff to write it down for us. it was kind of funny though. we went up to the window, and i was like, "hola... -hand paper to ticket lady-" she smiled with the obvious understanding that we had no idea what to say, and then it was a friendly game of charrades from there on. gooooood times.

but i'm about to go and learn how to make paella on the rooftop terrace, so....

adios chicos y chicas.