We arrived at the beautiful train station in Valencia with directions about a page long on how to find the hostel. As it turned out it was not to hard to find. We where staying at a hostel right in the old city. After settling in and meeting out Icelandic roommate Scott and I went and found a great 3 course meal including cerveza for only 10 Euro. That night we got some good (but cheap) bottles of Spanish wine and hung out at the hostel where we socialized with our roommate from a country that is going through some unique economic times. We thought our dollar was weak against the Euro, his currency recently dropped 40% against the Euro.
On Friday, we once again took a free walking tour with a guide that was very informative. Valencia is a city of great history. It was neat finding out things about this city which we really new very little about before we arrived. On the tour we were shown a large and historical market. That afternoon we went to this big market and bought all the ingredients to make a great stir fry.
Later in the afternoon we hopped on a bus and checked out the beach with some people from our hostel. The beach was huge and had some sand. Although there where people going in the water, we thought it was a little cool to swim. 
After walking down to the harbour from the beach, we also discovered the buildings the Americas Cup teams use. There was also a small museum on the Americas Cup, which occured in Valencia last year.
That night we went on the pub crawl. At the end of the night we left the club not know quite where we had ended up. We knew we where in the old town but where not quite sure which way our hostel was. So to choose the way to go Scott stood in the middle of an intersection and randomly chose a street. As it turned out we stumbled upon the main square and street, only by this time it was completely deserted. A strange feeling from the way it was during the day. From here we knew where to go. All in all it was a great night.
After walking down to the harbour from the beach, we also discovered the buildings the Americas Cup teams use. There was also a small museum on the Americas Cup, which occured in Valencia last year.That night we went on the pub crawl. At the end of the night we left the club not know quite where we had ended up. We knew we where in the old town but where not quite sure which way our hostel was. So to choose the way to go Scott stood in the middle of an intersection and randomly chose a street. As it turned out we stumbled upon the main square and street, only by this time it was completely deserted. A strange feeling from the way it was during the day. From here we knew where to go. All in all it was a great night. 
Shown above is the main street in the middle of the day.
The next day it was raining so we took it easy for the most part. That evening after the rain stopped we took a stroll through a huge park. This park was unique in that it was created from a dried up river that cut right through the middle of city. The next day we hopped on the train to Madrid.
