It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood After our arrival at the airport, our first week in Valencia was supposed to begin on Friday around 11 AM. Antonio planned to meet us at the apartment to take us on a walking tour of his neighborhood and the center part of the city. True to his word, he rang the bell at 11 AM. (What happened to Spanish time? Everyone is always so prompt here. I expected that in Germany but here...) Half conscious, I vaguely remember hearing John mumbling to someone at the door, that no one was really awake yet. Then there was something mentioned about 2 PM (14:00) and I returned to my unconscious state. I think we all finally woke up around 1 P.M.; and we ate a bowl of corn flakes before Antonio rang again at 2. And our adventure in Valencia began. Stepping outside, we were greeted by partly sunny skies and a gloriously warm breeze. We were bundled in our spring/fall outerwear and I felt over-dressed. However, our walk around the city would show me ...