I stayed for a few days at my brother's place in Aachen for checking possible flats. I found some nice. On Wednesday night Maritha arrived by car (@ Chris: around 10pm). We chatted with my brother, drank some beer and went to bed late. After a short night we drove to Maastricht Airport in the Netherlands. Although the flight was announced to be delayed for one hour we started almost in time at half past 9 and landed on time in Valencia. 
Of course it was much warmer than Germany and Netehrlands and we did not need our jackets for the whole week. We went by Metro into the city and were picked up by Jule, a friend of Maritha. We stayed at her place for two nights. Because the day was still young Maritha and I walked into the city, took a nap in the park and ate in a choclate restaurant. The city is nice and I like the big park that once has been a river. At night we went out into some bars.
Of course it was much warmer than Germany and Netehrlands and we did not need our jackets for the whole week. We went by Metro into the city and were picked up by Jule, a friend of Maritha. We stayed at her place for two nights. Because the day was still young Maritha and I walked into the city, took a nap in the park and ate in a choclate restaurant. The city is nice and I like the big park that once has been a river. At night we went out into some bars.
On Friday Maritha and I went by foot to the beach and enjoyed the sun. At the beach you can easily recognize the difference between tourists and Spanish inhabtiants. While the toursits lay at the beach and try to become some color the Spanishs walk in jackets around. We behaved like the real toursits and colored our skin red. At night we watched a movie.
Saturday was a city tour with Jule. We watched a 3D movie which was not a real 3D movie. Just a big big screen. We watched a movie about riffs. The pictures were amazing, but the pseudo-documentary talking was a little bit annoying. In the evening we met in the park and drank some beer when Silvia, Zita and Carol came. It was really funny to meet Erasmus friends somewhere else than in Sundsvall. At 9pm Gema picked us up and brought Maritha and me to our new accomodation. We stayed in the flat of her friends and went out into the city for partying with Zita, Sivlia and Carol. 
We met after a giant and most beautiful firework after 1am. We went to a party tent and danced until 4am. On the way we met Michael, a Dutch from my first semester. Funny coincident. The night was so cool, but we had to walk a lot. And somehow we did not really manage the keys of the flat right. It took us two hours until we found one of Gema's friends for a key. Between 6 or 7 in the morning we were finally in bed.
Sunday Gema brought us first to her parents where we would sleep for our last two nights and brought us then to the beach again. We had some lunch and met Silvia, Zita and Carol for saying good-bye. This time we tried to color our skin from the other side and I think, it worked quite well. After the beach Gema picked us up again and we met Raffa for driving to a lake outside of Valencia. A beautiful place with a lot of mosquitos. We had dinner again at Gema's friends place, but were finally too tired for goind out again, so we went to bed. That sounds like a short day, but in Spain, you go out late after midnight, so when we decided to stay home it was already next day.
Monday was our last day in Valencia. We walked with Gema and her parents to a big firework in the centre of Valencia. It was with less lights, but with a lot of noise and took only 5 minutes. But it was as impressive as the big firework at night. They produeced a lot of noise and smoke. After lunch we set Gema on her train to Madrid and met Jule and some friends again. At 1am we were back at Gema's place. With almost no sleep her parents and we stood up at 4am eating some breakfast. Gema's father brought us kindly to the airport. Our plane took off at half past 6. At 10 I was at my home university to pick up the last page of my diploma certificate and met the flatmates of my future appartment. I will move in end of next week.
Valencia is a crazy city. I would for example never be able to survive as driver in a car in this city. They do not follow any rules. They have red traffic lights twice behind each other, because the Spanish to do not stop at the first light anyway, but at the second. We watched the traffic for 10 minutes and we saw at least 10 almost-accidents with sometimes really dangerous situations. I did also not understand the Spanish eating system with several dinners a day. How can they stay so small if they eat so often? |
| Falles in Valencia |
Being back in Germany is strange. Spain already seems so far away, but it is only one day ago. Two days ago I was lieing at the beach and now I have frequent snow storms around me. I signed my contract today. I will start my work on the 1st of April.
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