Cabanyal, Valencia

The neighborhood where we rented a flat here in Valencia is a quaint port community known as Cabanyal. The people are friendly and for the most part, try as much as they can to help when they notice you struggling with the Spanish language to get what you need around town. One of the few remaining neighborhoods with original architecture and not many buildings over four stories, there is a struggle here to keep gentrification from demolishing older flats, replacing them with newer condos and pricing the locals out of the community.

Mural about the greed that defines the development in the neighborhood

Very nice coffee shop with friendly owners and delicious donuts

Cafe solo with a complimentary galleta carmelada

Calle Jose Benlliure 

The corner bakery

View from the corner of Casa Montana, a historic bodega

The beautiful beach which is a five minute walk from Cabanyal

Paella

Valencia is the birthplace of paella, a rice based dish that can be the foundation to any number of added ingredients. Seafood paella usually has a variation of shrimp (with the head on), calamari, octopus, local fish such as merluza, mussels and/or clams. Paella Valencia is a combination of chicken, rabbit and snails. Besides being cooked slowly in a huge pan over an open fire, the other signature of paella is saffron. Authentic paella, that is. It's how the richly golden yellow color of the rice is attained. 

Delicious seafood paella in a traditional pan

The restaurant where all kinds of paella can be found, located on Calle Reina.

My take on seafood paella

Valencia

Valencia seems to me to move at a slow pace.  Very chill, stylish, with the old and new existing in the perfect place right by the sea.  The church bells are ringing right down the street at an old 17th century church, to remind me of this very fact.  We tell the kids that the hunchback goes up and rings them everyday and like crazy on the weekends, and now they believe it.  Everyone swears they have seen this hunchback climbing and ringing the bells.  Why here and not Notre Dame? I don't know.  Maybe because the churches are so much more a part of the neighborhoods here.

My favorite parts of the city thus far, after a couple of weeks, are the beach and the malls.  The prices are very reasonable at the malls for most things, except of course that 100 plus euro pair of (gasp) Levi's jeans.  Reasonable priced jeans otherwise can be had for 15-20 euros.  Nice pants and shirts, likewise.  Food prices are also very reasonable.  The beach is chill because it is three blocks or so from our place and although there is a large area catering to Spanish and world tourists, that area tapers off very quickly and can be avoided altogether.  The beach then stretches for what seems miles, although I haven't walked it for miles yet.  On the other side are the ports and what looks like a forest preserve.

Maybe the city moves at a more chill pace because it lines up right across from Ibiza, that chill capital city of the world.  We ran out of money to make our way over there this time, but from what I hear, things aren't popping off right now anyway, later in the summer.  So it might be better to bum around the local Valencia beach and save the money anyway.  Meanwhile we will soak in the sun and check out some of the local architecture, museums and such - waiting for our next destination, Morocco.

Maybe the city seems to move at a slow pace only around the area I live, which is more like a historical district of old three story buildings. I dunno, there seems to be a nice mix of older and younger people here too - that might be it.  It could be because of the wonderful selection of food and wine.  This is, after all the birthplace of paella.  With seafood abounding it seems shallow to point out calamari, but I have never had fresher, more tender calamari.  The fish we have probably eaten the most of however is merluza.  Of course there are plenty of other choices and all are to be had for a very reasonable price.

The funniest moment of the week happened when after a trip to the beach, I asked the kids if they had noticed the woman sun bathing nude on the beach, which I guess is more common in Europe.  I figured I would do a quick explanation to them.  Asari answers, no.  Leah asks, should I have?  CJ and Jacob both answer in unison, um huh.  That was funny.

Anyway, the center of the city does seem to move at a faster pace.  Everyone seems to like it here, but we will be moving on soon, because our visas will expire and we are going to move on well before that happens, hoping to see more next time.  Meanwhile we will be having fun with our broken Spanglish and observing our yelling Spaniard neighbors.  We saw a crazy clown earlier today as we were walking back from the mall.  First, I noticed his dog, which just didn't look right.  Then I noticed him.  He was out in the street, in full clown regala.  With a horn, honking at stopped traffic.  Candice was like, I got to get a picture of this.  I explained, baby, you ain't in a car right now.  See if we were in a car, we could just speed off and that would be that.  We are walking right now.  You might have to be dealing with crazy clown man for about ten minutes following you around crazying out en Espanol.  Maybe we should save the pictures for another time?  Thus no clown pictures, unless you count the one below.  Till next time.