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Horchateria

joshuahuck — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 04:19:09 +0000

Right before I left, we had real, tasty horchata at what appeared to be the spanish equivalent of a Dairy Queen. Made with a special nut found only in this region, this ain’t your grandma’s horchata.

Valencia!

joshuahuck — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 04:09:59 +0000

Paloma showed me all around her hometown, a place that, up until my arrival, had only existed in my mind as vague images I had assembled during our time as roommates. I imagined smoky, sketchy Spaniards arguing in the streets while cars careened into one another and crazy garage pop blared everywhere under the dim lamplights of impossibly old architecture. I wasn’t far off.

Highlights included Paloma’s fave building, the Rialto, and the giant, colorful market where I saw more obscure animal parts for sale than Fiesta has ever come close to selling.

Paloma

joshuahuck — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 04:05:19 +0000

Paloma, my friend and old roomie, picked me up from the station with some old, very “posh” friends of hers. Her ex, Isidro, came along too and we spent the evening bar hopping, ending up at a discothèque until the early morning. Rum and cokes w/ lemon, the national drink of Spain (?), are dangerous as Paloma will attest