There is always a good time for sangria. Even though my hubby saw it differently when I ordered one 11am on an empty stomach and then stumbled my way to the pool…
Valencia is similar. You can get drunk on the mixture of warm breeze, colorful rooftops, Spanish clothes shopping and tapas, tapas and more tapas! Obsessed.
When I was on my walks in town, I have seen this colorful straw bag that I fell in love with and obviously had to get. I love small clutches but nothing is better than a bag where I can put your car keys in, instant camera, jumper for cooler nights (like they ever happen in Spain), lip balm and bunch of other stuff that I carry for no reason. Bags are not expenditure, but investment! Ha ha. Sometimes even a lame excuse is better than no excuse.