Yes, that is from Phantom of the Opera, and yes, I did go to a masquerade this week.
It was our friend JC's birthday party, although his birthday is not until the end of April (he just won't be here for it). Masks were supposed to be obligatory, but that ended up not being the case. In any event that's probably a good thing since I made mine out of some lace and elastic...not very attractive.
The next day, Saturday a group of five girlfriends and myself went to Valencia.
The arm is said to be the left arm of Saint Vincent who was martyred in Valencia in the year 304 CE. Not sure if this is true or not, but it just as gross either way really. We did not, however, find the Holy Grail. The quest continues!...Up the 173 very steep steps of the cathedral tower.
The view at the top was definitely worth the pain though. We also timed it perfectly so that we got there right as the sun was beginning to set. It could not have been a prettier view of the whole city.
We then came down from our great heights and just walked around, getting completely lost. We stumbled upon a procession for, what I can only assume was, a convention of wine and possible cheese too. There were representatives from Spain, Italy, France, and Belgium. Each group had a different color coat on and was carrying a sign with the name of their winery. It was very odd. We then found a Starbucks and all fulfilled our craving, regardless of how evil Starbucks may be...it still tastes good. Bre and I then went on a hunt for a second-hand international bookstore I had read about. We didn't find it, but we did find a second-hand Spanish bookstore. I bought an anthology of Garcia Lorca, a copy of Don Quijote from the turn of the 20th century, and 3 playbills from the mid-20th century. We then met up with the other four girls and walked around some more and since we had nothing better to do decided to get drinks at a bar near the towers which used to be the gateway to the city. We had Agua de Valencia (Valencian Water). Do not be fooled by the benign sounding name. It is a lethal mixture of orange juice, champagne, gin, and vodka. It definitely tastes delicious, but after one glass we were definitely tipsy. Later that night, being so full from the paella earlier and needing to get something in our stomachs to counteract the Agua de Valencia, we got some kebaps and just hung out at the hostel getting to know our roommates for the night. As it turns out, all of them, except for two guys who were out all night anyway, were American.
On Sunday we woke up early because I had read in the Fodor guide that my mom left me that there was a farmers market every Sunday in front of the cathedral. The Fodor guide lied to me. There was no market. There was, however, a cathedral in which was a Holy Grail we still had yet to find so we decided to renew our quest. I seriously considered quoting lines from Monty Python and singing songs from Spamalot, but I refrained since a few of the girls are actually Catholic and I figured would probably not find it quite as amusing as I do. Anyhow, the quest continues and this time we were successful!
AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Monty Python would be so proud!
We then walked back to the hostel to pick up our things. On the way we found frozen yogurt, which none of us could pass up. To round out our trip, Bre and I had Valencian oranges (which honestly taste the exact same as Murcian oranges)
¡Hasta la semana que viene!
xoxo
Sarah
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