flying away from a sunset and the gold & baby green of electrostatic grids into a sunrise in the land of fast speaks & late nights and the beginning this experience that's as black as flying above the atlantic ocean when the time zones intertwine and change, and has it even hit me yet?
no.
valencia is beautiful. and i've only seen un pequito parte of its avenues and cobbled streets and parks and tastes and people. but its oozing with color, even in this biting cold.
plaza de la virgen
