Alas, the child in front of me started running his truck across the tray and the man behind me takes a phone call (and had the most obnoxious ring tone). The couple next to me debates something in Spanish that I can't understand, but it involves her ring, her jacket and the bags in her hands. Perhaps too short a shopping trip?
We arrive at the station and have no phone to call the new landlord. We take the walking trip, suitcases in tow under the tunnel and out to the streets. We find the place and ring ring, no answer. Off to the streets (did I mention suitcases in tow) to find a cafe with wifi. The lovely cafe of senyoreta-magdalena-valencia not only had wifi, but an English speaking attendant with a lovely attitude.
She was so helpful. We finally got a hold of Joan (pronounced John) thank you Google hangouts - I still have no phone..... arghh
Joan was lovely and apologized for being late and told us he needed more time while he cleaned the apartment. We went off walking and saw the bull ring and the main streets and the plaza. The central plaza is set for Navidad and even has an ice skating rink. Back at the pad, Charles needs to lie down for a moment with a very large Goya book. Two hours later, I go to meet Patrick Higman. I leave Charles sleeping away.
Patrick meets me in town center, and I cry. Yep, not even ashamed one little bit. I was so happy to see him. It feels so great to see someone and hug them when you haven't in a while. Had the same feeling for my baby girl when she returned from her treks of Europe.
We walked back to the flat (did I mention four stories high with timed lights that go out if you don't make it in 30 seconds?). Charles is still asleep. We rouse him up and stroll through the streets of Valencia. No restaurant seems to meet the requirements of all three of us. So like usual, we head to the store and buy food and head back to cook at the flat. The guys choose chicken.
|Happy to see his boy|
|Patrick looks great|
|Our little flat|
It was a lovely reunion with lots of Patrick stories. Tomorrow we go see his college life, a tribute before he leaves it. I am sure that he has lots more to share and has grown more than we will know. Surely, we were not so worldly at his age. We had just figured out how to drive cars. Amazing generation that knows the world, tolerance, and maybe acceptance. So glad to have time with Patrick in his own world.