Valencia!!!

The flight to Valencia was uneventful.  It was a little plane so we had to go outside and climb up the stairs to the plane.  We were at the end of one of the long terminals.  So then when had to drive down the long terminal, then up the next long terminal.  Basically we ended up not far from where we'd started, just the long way around.  Then we had to drivea to a runway in Outer Mongolia.  Frank joked that the pilot was driving the plane to Valencia!

The Valencia airport was smaller but nice.  It was a short walk to the baggage claim, then a longer wait for the bags.  Then we went through a door where a security dude decided if you looked suspicious and needed your luggage inspected.  We were fine.  It really pays to be a middle-aged white woman.

Next we got our car.  There was a huge line at most of the places, but nobody at ours. Yay!  It was simple and quick, and then we walked across the street to the garage and Frank tried to remember how to drive a stick.  The shifter was backwards.  R was on the upper left.

We got out of the airport and drove into Valencia, with me navigating.  We didn't do much sight seeing since we were tired and driving in a new city.  Our hotel is right on the Turia, so we parked in a spot there because the hotel lot is expensive.

Getting our room was also pretty painless.  We got upstairs and turned the AC on high, and tried to cool off.  Our hotel room has something I like.  When you first walk in, there's a place in the wall to put your key card.  This turns on the electricity.  When you leave, you take it, and everything (except the AC) turns off. Great way to save electricity.

We were soaked with sweat by the time we got in, so we took showers and then passed out for about 3 hours.  Around 7 pm we set off on a quest for supper!