Anyways, everyone knows that Valencia is world-famous for their oranges. What they don't know, is that they only plant BITTER oranges throughout the city.
Just walking for ten minutes, you would see dozens and dozens of orange trees. And they really are quite nice. But imagine if the thousands of tourists were to pick one orange a piece. They would be bare.
Enter, the bitter orange. They look identical to the normal trees, except for a small bulge on the bottom of the leaves. And they are sour and disgusting. Good way to keep the oranges on the trees. And beggars on the streets.
So we explored the city a bit, enjoying the sun and the architecture. We met a few American girls that went on a free walking tour with us around the city. Got a ton of amazing pics. Met a European guy named Zuka, who apparently has been hitchhiking all the way from Eastern Europe, sleeping in caves and fields and such, and just being awesome. I was immediately envious.
We all went to a soccer game that night at the local stadium. It was PACKED. So many screaming soccer fans. Europeans sure do take their futbol seriously.
The next day we explored the small shops and markets around town, ate some huge strawberries, and made cheap chorizo sandwiches. Such is the life of a backpacker.
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