For those of you who don’t know, Denia is a small pueblo (a Spanish word for something between a town and a city) located on the Mediterranean coast. It almost never rains, and there’s constant sun. We got up and went to an amazing buffet, featuring all my favorite cheeses and hams along with flan, chocolate-filled croissants, pate and freshly squeezed orange juice (you better believe the food baby was real). After filling ourselves up to the brims, we walked over (gotta burn those calories somehow, right?) to the castle, which is the focal part of the city. The castle ruins lie on top of a mountain, and overlook almost the whole town of Denia. From there I could see the ocean, the city and the beautiful mountains that pepper the far-off landscape.
We then took a casual stroll around the city, where Ana and her mom showed me the main street filled with shops and cafes, the fishing docks and the beach. There are two main beaches in Denia: la playa de la roca (the rocky beach) and la playa de arena (the sandy beach). While the sandy beach looked perfect for lying out and relaxing, nothing could beat the rocky beach’s view. We ate lunch in a restaurant that overlooked the ocean, filling up on good food and good views.
We finished the day with a siesta—I’ve truly become a Spaniard—and a night out about town. We gorged on tapas, trying all the Spanish delicacies, and explored the town a bit more. Since this was my final full day in Valencia and Denia (before heading back to Oviedo). I turned in earlier than Ana did, and prepared myself for a day of travel and layovers.