It was a bit sad to leave Granada. There was such a nice vibe there and the Rambutan Guesthouse was a peaceful place to just sit and reflect. It was another great city to get lost in, weaving through centuries old cobble-stoned streets.
I slept uncomfortably on the night train to Valencia. I made it here at 5am which was much too early to check into my hostel. I killed five hours walking around town. The sun was coming up and the street lights shut down as I rested my feet on random park benches. I would have slept in a park if there weren´t so many mosquitos hungry for me. I found my way to the beach but wished that the lounge chairs weren´t locked up. I actually fell asleep sitting with my head on my knees. I woke up and saw a Spanish lady staring at me, amused. I also kept seeing dudes who looked like they had finished a night of partying and decided to jump into the water nude.
After a sleepy metro ride back to the hostel, I slept in their common room for two hours in such a twisted position my internal organs feel like they´ve shifted.
I´ve just hopped on to the internet and I´ve been reading the comments section. I thought things were going to quiet down but everyone seems so passionate. I have to thank my friends and family for their kind words and thoughts. I got a little teary eyed here. I think food is in order to get my head back on straight. I spotted a horchata joint down the street. I think I´ll have a glass and mull over some of these things.