Best Thing Ever

I am so glad I can call up my best friends and just chat for a few brief minutes about anything, even though they're an ocean and 5 time zones away. That's the stuff that cheers me up. I really should call more.

Valencia

So apparently I didn't take many pictures in Valencia. Which makes sense, because I wasn't there for very long and I took this really long walk through this old riverbed which is now a giant public park and where they had a how much of sports facilities. I think Valencia might have hosted the Olympics way before I was born. I should look that up. Anyway, so I took this long walk, which I didn't realize would be so long. I was trying to get to the Museum of Archeology. Never did get there. I walk took too long. But it was nice and sunny. So I'm not overly upset. I even got some sun that turned into a beautiful golden tan. Er, or ya know, normal people color, since I'm so pale.

This is some orange trees in front of a building.

This is looking in the opposite direction. The Placa something or other. I think maybe Reina Sophia. Or Reina somebody. But its pretty. Oh, just looked it up, it's Plaza de la Virgin. So I was close. Queens. Virgins. Same thing.

Anyway, inside that building on the right - which is the Cathedral - is something lots of different people have been searching for, for about 2000 years now. I don't know why they keep looking, it's been in Valencia for about 600 years.


In that glowing wall sconce behind everything is....drum roll... THE HOLY GRAIL.

That's right folks. Here's a close up. The Holy Grail not only exists, but it's alive and well and being housed in Valencia. I don't know why Tom Hanks was tramping all over Europe looking for it. You'd think a well educated man like that character he was playing would know better. They never even went to Spain in that movie. They stayed in France. Well, fuck France.

I do actually think I like Spain better. It reminds me of all the good things about CA and none of the bad things. Because, yes, there are good things. The dreams of my childhood are wrapped up in the myths of what California could have been. And then I grew up. And realized the dreams of orange groves, the sun setting over the ocean and endless summers, were just the glaze on a rotten cake. And you know young kids, sometimes they only want the frosting.