A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
Or Arroz Negro in Castillian, my favourite I've decided. With a small bowl of alioli and a glass of red wine this has to be the nicest thing to have for lunch. Actually, I pushed the tourist boat out and had a glass of sangria as a kind of aperitif.
Oh, and spot my new book under my sunglasses.
This was my penultimate day, tomorrow, at 1.00pm I would have to catch the European Bike Express bus back to blighty, 30 hours of coach travel. So, and I have no photos, I ordered a paella valenciana for the most un-spanish hour of 12.00pm. Which would give me time to eat, cycle the short distance to the bus stop and get the bus back home.
A wonderful trip. It's funny, I spent a couple of weeks pedalling wanting to get to Spain and now I was regretting there was no more pedalling to be done; at least until next year.