Xátiva

[laundry; saturday must be citrus-color day]

This trip happened last Friday (or Saturday?); I have lost my sense of time these days. It's nice.
Anyways, I really like Xátiva. Two popes were born here, and there's this castle that's super snazzy, with little gardens and marble outdoor staircases. And then of course there's the art. It's a bizarre, surreal feeling to be observing art in a museum--normal stuff, then realizing that the painter probably completed this piece just a few streets away, several hundred years ago. With the local element still in tact, this museum experience was not museum-y at all. I felt like I was in someone's home. A friend of the painter's, who received the beautiful courtyard piece for his birthday.

[Rebecquita]

[Bocadillo is a clever name for sandwich because it makes it sound tastier and fancier than it actually is. I really should stop being so critical of Spanish food. ]

[Chrissy]

[Even fairy tale characters would be jea-loose of this door knob.]

[Perhaps one of my favorite elements of Spain]

[Menu of the day]

[The roads of Xátiva were very patterned and varied; they made our strolling experience quite unique, especially for the soles of our feet.]

[Sharon]

[Abigail]

[Do you see all the 'chocolate chips' on my face? My mother wants me to get them removed some day, eek.]

[Rebecca and I started a tradition of plucking citrus from sacred places.]