It's difficult, in these pandemic times, to know what to do: we've left Jaca very little in the past few months, and we don't mix much, but it's good to see our sons once in a while. We thought things were fairly safe, and went to Valencia to see Andrés, stopping off in Zaragoza for a few days with David. We are careful. Always wearing masks, and never touching people. My hands are cracked and dry from the amount of gel I use on them!
So, after a few days in chilly Zaragoza, we changed season and drove to Alboraya, our usual stepping-stone to Valencia. As you approach along the coast you get tantalising glimpses of the sea over the crash barrier; Valencia isn't very good at showing off its lovely coastline - you have to make a concerted effort to go to the beach when you're there.
Well, we arrived, found a parking space and checked into the hotel we've used several times before. The only difference was that we couldn't share lifts with other guests!
And off to the city centre in the convenient metro train, being careful not to touch barriers and handrails, into the Valencian warmth and sunshine. We were lucky to find a restaurant with tables out in a square with no traffic and few pedestrians
and we had a delightful meal in the shade of an orange tree loaded with unripe fruit. We ate there again the next day; it was relaxing and the food was good. |
| recreation and, behind it, the painting |
You could probably spend a long time gazing at these paintings; for my taste it's a bit too much, but it's very impressive.
