Friday night after I published the blog, Jerry and I went out to find some dinner at Canela, but our darling Juan could not find us a table (at 9:45 PM I might add) so we went to another one down the street. This place had a waitress from Colombia and her English was very good, so it was fun to visit with her. Also, there was a father/son from Virginia at a nearby table. Son doing a semester abroad and playing American football here, and Dad visiting. So we got our English fix. We had garlic shrimp (really a safe bet around here) and grilled vegetables, which were great! and....needless to say, a bottle of wine.
|These Chocolateria have Chocolate and Churros and deep fried Calamari day and night|
Off to the sea side
|Cool jungle gym, all ropes|
|more for your class, Dale|
|its 4:00 so we decided to have a snack|
We are adventurous eaters and we decided to try a plate of grilled cuttlefish, which I thought sounded "cute" cuddle - cuttle? Anyway, in the picture on the menu it just looked like grilled fish, and my stomach was a little iffy, so we decided that would be great.
|This is what a cuttlefish looks like in the sea.|
|Does this look like something intelligent people should eat?|
When we didn't eat very much of it (we tried, really) the waiter came and asked if everything was ok. I said with an apologetic shrug, "we didn't like it". He responded with a shrug himself, and said basically, "Tough". Needless to say his tip was small, like 15 cents.
So now, I am already not feeling the greatest, and we take the LONG bus ride home after eating the creature from the sea, we walk about 10 blocks from the bus and I just crashed. But hopefully, today is another day. Need to clean up the apartment, wash clothes (we are moving to a hotel for the next 6 nights), and decide what we want to remember about Valencia. Talk with you tonight. I will get back on schedule. Adios.