I was sitting on a bench in Valencia’s Old Town (Ciutat Vella – ESP) completely mesmerized by the incredible beauty surrounding me. Ornate balconies, warm-colored facades, cobblestone paths, and that golden Mediterranean light… it was all too beautiful to fully absorb in one sitting. My pro Nikon camera rested on my knees, marking me as the tourist I truly was. But in that moment, I didn’t mind. I wanted to look like someone soaking it all in, without the haste inherent to someone who has been here hundreds of times.
Then he sat down beside me.
He began speaking in Spanish, clearly directed at me, since there was no one else nearby.
– “Es la Plaza Mayor… ¿Te gusta aquí?”
I turned my head, smiled, and responded with the little Spanish I had:
– “Sí, me gusta mucho. Es muy bello.”
And just like that, the conversation started.
There’s something incredibly romantic about the Spanish language, the way the words glide together, the rhythm, the charm. Even the most ordinary sentences sound like a love song. There’s an irresistible seduction in its softness, and I felt it. My Spanish was limited, sure, but I wanted to speak more. I wanted to keep listening. To stay in that moment.
At some point, he invited me to a nearby bar for a glass of wine. And to my own surprise, and delight, I said “Sí”.
There we were: two strangers from different cultures, trying to connect through shared curiosity and simple, beautiful words.
I realized that you don’t need to speak a language perfectly when you’re traveling. What matters more is your willingness to try. To say “sí” when your heart feels like it. To open yourself to a moment you didn’t plan for.
That evening, I wasn’t fluent in Spanish. But I was fluent in body language, in smiles, in energy. And honestly, sometimes that’s all you need.
We met again the next day. He drove me to places I would never have found on my own, that required a car, a local’s instinct, and the kind of detour you can’t plan for. We had coffee and a casual breakfast far from the postcard views of Ciutat Vella in Valencia. I don’t remember the name of the place, but I remember how I felt: joyful, curious, alive. That’s what matters.
I’ll leave that to your imagination. After all, not every story needs to be spelled out. Some things are more magical when left unsaid.
He suggested we meet again, but… why?
We had already given each other exactly what we needed.
For me, it was a reminder that connection can happen anywhere, even between people who barely know each other’s language. I was ready to explore more on my own.
I wanted to walk between the old and the new, from the historic streets of El Carmen to the futuristic architecture of the Ciudad de las Artes y las Ciencias, trying to understand what this city once was… and what it’s becoming.
Every step through Valencia’s Old Town pulsed with a seductive energy I hadn’t felt in a long time. It was as if the city itself was flirting, with its balconies dripping in bougainvillea, the echo of flamenco from a far-off courtyard, the tiled details on forgotten walls. It fed my soul, and I was hungry for more.
Even the signs in Spanish gave me that quiet thrill. Like running your fingers across a soft cashmere sweater, familiar yet luxurious, comforting yet new. I wanted to wrap myself in that feeling and never take it off.
When I boarded the small plane to Seville, I felt a mix of sadness and anticipation. I wasn’t quite ready to leave Valencia but I was excited for what was next. That’s the thing about solo travel: it’s a dance between holding on and letting go. Between pausing and pressing forward…
My beautiful, passionate Spain. What else do you have waiting for me?
This journey was far from over, and I have never felt more ready.
All images in this article were taken by Elena Sullivan, ArsVie Photo Studio and are protected by copyright. If you are interested in using any of the them, please contact me for permission. Thank you for understanding!
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