No time for recovery following La Tomatina. We arrived back in Valencia from Bunol at about 4.30pm and were totally starving after not eating since 7am that morning, despite that fact that we were covered in food all day. Grabbing a quick bite at BK (I usually try and stay clear of universal fast-food places while in a different country, but desperate times called for desperate solutions) and a well-deserved shower and lie-down, we received a phone call from Tim, our tour leader to let us know that we were heading out for dinner at the beach.
All 85 of us jumped on a bus and headed to the beach, where we split up between a couple of restaurants serving Tapas (entree's and snacks), Paelle (a spanish national dish) and Sangria (spanish wine). Apparently paelle was invented in Valencia, and the local speciality was rabbit. Our group went with seafood, and as Aaron and I had both had a healthy dose of BK only a couple of hours before we just tried things as they went past without really eating.
After a leisurely dinner, we strolled along the beach past families out playing (including many very young kids, and it was 11.30pm!!!) and market stalls to arrive at a night club that Tim knew about called Aquarella. Upon arrival the place was closed, but there were the biggest, meanest bouncers you've ever seen standing outside. One of the guys from our group enquired and managed to find out enough to assume that the place opened at 12.
The place was huge and all open air (probably about the size of the ballroom at uni as a comparison), there were at least 8 bars dotted around and no definite dance-floor. Upon arrival, we were a bit worried as the place was dead - we were the first ones to walk through the gate, but within 1/2 an hour the place was pumping - not bad for a Wednesday night.
I was in my element, all Latin music - some I knew and some other stuff, but all very cool! but it made me realise just how much I was missing all the dancing people at home. Had a really good night up dancing with some of the other girls (which was good as I had completely lost my voice by this stage of the night) and even managed to get Aaron up dancing up a storm. Taxi home in the wee hours and a big sleep in the next morning made the whole day perfect!

By: Carmen on Aug 25, 2004