Travelling to Valencia

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After a terrible 3h train ride involving a screaming and crying child sitting next to me, I arrived in Valencia. Unfortunately I arrived late in the afternoon so I didn´t have time to see everything I wanted, including the beach and the America´s Cup'festivites that were going on for the race. The old city was very nice though, the streets were winding, and at every intersection there was a plaza set up with bars and cafes.

Once again at my hostel, there were tons of Canadians, in fact at least 85% of the people were. I met 2 guys from Edmonton, 1 who had moved to Phoenix, 1 from Montreal, and another from Toronto. I also met 2 Jewish kids from Michigan.

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