Thursday, June 6, 2013


Yes you read that right and it is not a typing error. Some time in the 1800's the Spanish dropped the v sound from their language. The actual pronunciation for Valencia,
is bahl-ehn-thee-ah. We were in a town called Zaragoza yesterday, pronounced
Thar-a-go-tha. It is a little difficult to learn the language because it changes from region to region. Where one day you may say Buenos Diaz, in another region you will say Bonne Dia. I have come to the conclusion that if I have not mastered the French language after 35 years in New Brunswick, I may need a tad more than 2 1/2 weeks to learn Spanish.
Ok, Valencia has old Roman buildings in the Old Quarter of the city dating back to the time of Christ.

But they also have an architect, a local boy, called Santiago Calatrava who is responsible for these buildings in the last five hears or so...

I expected to see the Jetsons come zooming through the openings of one of those buildings at any do remember the Jetsons, right?

I mean, even the benches and street lights were space age looking!

A bench for weary tourists...

Football shaped streetlights. Quite a spectacle!
What else comes to mind? How about lunch at a cafe on the Mediterranean.

We had the sweetest waitress, I asked for soda water to try to remove a drip on my blouse from sauce on my shrimp...she did better than that...a can of spot remover and a white cloth, and she proceeded to "mother" me. Sweet, sweet lady...without an interpreter, I had no idea what she was saying, but her kindness was easy to understand.

When I think Valencia, I think oranges...the harvest is done, but there are still juicy sweet oranges around.

I asked Mr. o to keep his eyes open for orange today and between us we found a few orange sitings.

The roofs of the many toll booths leading to Valencia.

Orangey terra cotta tiles and store fronts.

A new purse...

Some yummy coloured floss and lace purchased from a market stall in the old city.
Yes, it is "B" for Valencia, but when I think Valencia, I think "orange".

I leave you with a couple orange groaners....

Why did the orange stop rolling down the hill?
It ran out of juice.

Q: Why did the blonde stare at frozen orange juice can for 2 hours?
A: Because it said 'concentrate'.


I had a dream I was drowning in orange soda. Turned out, it was just a Fanta-sea.


There were an orange and a carrot walking down the street and they were best friends.
Out of nowhere a car came and hit the carrot, so the orange rushed him to the hospital. Eventually the doctor came into the waiting room and he told the orange,
"I’ve got good news and bad news."
The orange asked for the good news first, and so the doctor replied, "Well your friend is going to live, but he’s going to be a vegetable for the rest of his life!"

See ya!


Sue W. said...

Enjoying the tour. Love the purse. The jokes.....well I guess there's a reason why they're called groaners!

Jackie said...

Beautiful sites, great pic... Must be hard to try to get use to one language, then change again the next day or so... I'm totally drooling over that purse, oooooohh so lovely! I must admit you know how to shop girl!! Purses, fabrics and chocolats ( but I must also confess, you need to get a good glass of red wine with that chocolate, mmmm).. Continue to enjoy and we will also continue to enjoy as well...

Sarah said...

Oh the jokes are terrible. I think you should lay off the local wine! It looks beautiful in Balenthia. the jewel colour of the sea, sky and pool and the orange to contrast. Has it been nice and warm for you?

gail.elizabeth said...

I am enjoying your posts.. Thanks for sharing.. Love the orange speel... Lol

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