Last week I spent a greatly anticipated long weekend in Valencia.
I joined 8 of my best friends – who all travelled from Sheffield to met up with Leigh and Nicola, who are also from England but now reside in Spain.
I’ve been to Valencia once before, its a bloody fabulous place. It’s the third largest city in Spain after Madrid and Barcelona and it’s situated on the banks of the Turia. It’s also the place were the traditonal dish paella was concocted. You may thank me when that comes up in the local pub quiz!
Old meets new with beautiful architecture on every corner. It has a romantic feel to it. Little alleyways leading to hidden squares and more churches than you could throw your stick at.
It’s where I would choose to live if fate hadn’t plonked me in my beloved Sheffield. Valencia or St Tropez, I’m not fussy.
It’s the only holiday I was getting this year, so I intended to make the most of it. After-all 3 days is better than nothing.
