After renting our sweet Opel, Jose, Sam, Amy, Camille, Lesley, and I jumped in and took off towards Valencia. Four deep in the back seat, Jose at the wheel, co-pilot Mr. Bader, and a few bottles of wine for the ride got us to Valencia in a couple hours. After arriving we walked towards the festivals center and drank, had some tequila, had the best kebab to date… French fries and a healthy portion of that meat makes the ideal kebab. (O’well I’m making this one short). Valencia’s Las Fallas is too spread out… party to party is cool, but when you want to hang out in a central bar area… you just cannot. We partied for a while, watched a band play, and took off around 4am… we were all virtually sober. I drove the
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