Insomnia in Valencia

Valencia, February 2022

Just had arrived from Rio de Janeiro to Madrid, when Ivan and I decided to go to Valencia for the weekend and join Sean Mackaoui‘s exhibition opening. I am a big fan of his art work and a proud owner of a few pieces in my collection. 

Ivan and I were invited to sleep over at Pistolo‘s, a very good friend of mine, who has a flat  in the old city center, right next to the main Cathedral of Valencia. But we did not really sleep much, as the sound of the bells would announce the time every 15 minutes. I slept even less when my boyfriend Stefano had come over from Formentera for 24 hours to pick me up and take me back home to the island. We were too excited to see each other after my 5 weeks in Rio, and fell back into that stage of 15-year-old teenagers in love. Neither did Ivan sleep much as he went off partying and came back with his boyfriend to have a short rest on the super hard futon bed of Pistolo. Stefano and I at least had a softer bottom. Round but soft. 

Tired and happy, we got up on the sunday morning for a drive to the country side to meet up with Pistolo, who maintains and old Finca surrounded by huge fields of mandarine and orange trees. I immediately ate a whole bunch of those juicy fruits, which I am totally addicted to, and enjoyed the paella lunch with Pistolo, Maxwell and Suzie with their kids. 

Stefano quickly takes a picture of Pistolo and me in front of his house and off we go. Our bags filled with mandarines, we flew back to Ibiza, got the ferry to Formentera and finally arrived home. Phew, what a long trip!

No sleep ‘til….