Mandatory at LunchHere is some Paella, which is particularly famous in Valencia. Spanish people have to eat some every day. Or they die.
Hey kids, Pia here, reporting from Valencia, where the sun shines all the time and people take it slow. Or something like that. Maybe I shouldn´t be in advertising. The remainder of our time in England can be summed up by the following: mid-morning gambling, cold, Australians, cream tea, museums, horrid fish and chips, sleep, hippies, airport. There you go. We spent Tuesday night in Stansted airport, where we got zero sleep and ate a full English breakfast at 3:30 a.m. Once we got off the plane in Spain, we had no idea what to do, so we quickly latched on
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