Day 5 - Valenthia to...?

After checking out of good ol' Hotel Ibis, we went to the train station to go to Barcelona. However, the following exchange occurred at the information booth:
"Which train should we take to Barcelona?"
"Barcelona? Impossible!"

You see, the droves of tourists who had been tomating were now leaving the city. And there were lineups stretching as far as you can throw a soggy t-shirt.

So while trying to think up a new plan we decided to grab some lunch, where the following exchange occured:
Campion: "I'd like the lasagna"
Waitress: "Si."
(10 minutes later)
(Waitress hands Campion a croissant)
Waitress: "Lasagna"
Campion (under his breath): "Feck."

Eventually we decided to fly straight from Valencia to Amsterdam, so we checked into the Hotel Mediterraneo (home of the world's tiniest elevator) and waited for the next day.

Sha-Bye-Bye.
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