The people at orientation weren't kidding when they said night life in Valencia never stops. A bunch of us went out last night, first to a bar a couple blocks away from where we live, and then to this INSANE WONDERFUL AMAZING MAGICAL place called L'Umbracle. Rachel and I somehow managed to take an entire hour to go approximately four blocks to the bar we had been to the night before. I honestly don't know how it happened, but by the time we got there everyone was stoked to go to whatever club they had found out about (it ended up being L'Umbracle), so we hung out for a little and then headed over. It was a 15 euro cover charge, which at first seemed really awful and not worth it at all because no one was really dancing in the area that we were in, there weren't that many people there, and it was already almost 3 o'clock so we assumed that it just wasn't happening. I was also a little frustrated that it was 15 euros and not really that cool, but I figured we had learned our lesson and just wouldn't come back
However, in a very fortuitous turn of events, Rachel and I went in search of a bathroom. We asked the bartender where it was, and she said downstairs, so we walked down the stairs, turned a corner, and discovered what I like to call the dubstep dungeon -- underneath the original place near where you walk in, there was this huge room with platforms and a giant DJ set up and a bar and TONS of people dancing. We called the people we were with and told them to meet us at the top of the stairs. They were kind of confused, which was understandable because it really didn't look like there was anything down there. There weren't any signs or anything to indicate that right below your feet there was something much, much better.
So we danced. And we danced. And we danced some more. It was awesome. So much house music, a little bit of dubstep, a lot of American songs. It was like Trinity's cool older European cousin on steroids. I think most of the guys ended up heading home around 4:30 or 5, but Rach Kate and I left at 6:30 in the morning and the sun had already risen and it was a very surreal experience. We grabbed a cab home and passed out. Rach and I were scheduled to go to this mountain castle place thing (Xátiva) today, but decided to sleep and go to the beach instead.
The beaches here are awesome. In the states, there isn't much of the sandy part, so everyone is crammed together and it's impossible to find a space and everyone is annoying. There's so much sand here, and the sand itself is so much lighter and finer than what we have back home. It's gorgeous. The water was FREEZING, but our feet were pretty sore after all of the dancing last night, so it felt pretty good. We hung out and tanned and buried ourselves in the sand. Some dude grabbed my beach bag and took my iPhone out of it (not my dinky Spanish flip phone), and Rachel ran after him and said something along the lines of "Tienes mi telefono? Ya lo sé, dámelo." and he just looked kind of sheepish and handed it back, so that was fun. Phillip met up with us right after that and we looked around this cool little store thing, hung out by the sand for a while, and then took the bus home.
I don't really know where my host family is right now... I took a shower and I guess I missed dinner since I was at the beach, but I have some croissants so that's dinner for me! I think Rach and I are going to go explore around our neighborhood tonight, apparently there are some cool smaller bars and places like that pretty close to us.
Hasta luego!
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