It's been brought to my attention on more than one occasion that I write rather a lot, i.e. ramble endlessly, and that more concise entries might be a little more palatable. So for one special entry, I'm going to keep it simple.
Valencia is a city in Spain. It was very nice.
We stayed in the youngest hostel in the world, in terms of clientele. This is a hostel that is so discouraging of the ageing process that anyone over the age of 35 is forbidden to share a dorm. I only just make the cut! We got a private room nonetheless, and the hostel was actually pretty terrific in terms of facilities and cleanliness, but God I felt old. Listening to the chat of the young people in the bar made me realise that the spark of youth has long left my dulled eyes, and my gaze these days is into the bitter twilight of my life rather than the fresh-faced dew drops of infancy. The bar was brightly lit, bright decorated, and resembled a student union. Kids sat round playing video games and gabbling enthusiastically. Danielle seemed to like this environment; I just wanted to hang myself.
Have I started rambling again?