Magic Kings in Valencia

I arrived back in Valencia yesterday, on the eve of Reyes Magos, which is widely celebrated here in Spain as the day on which children also receive gifts. I was sitting in my room with the curtains closed, studying, when I started to hear a growing multitude of voices, of which a particular high amount were children's voices, and puzzled, I opened my window to see what was going on. It was the three Magi on horseback, throwing confetti and candy to the hord of chilren following them! I quickly put on shoes and a coat and ran after them! It was delightful to see the parade of the Magi through Valencia, and right here in my street!

So well, I'm back again after being home for a week. It's weird to return to a city that isn't yours, in a country that isn't your, yet to find everything familiar. The weather was fine, a springtime-like 16 degrees Celsius, the city is as beautiful as ever as seen from the air, but still... this is going to sound so very terribly cliché, but it's true: it's not home. But I suspect my longing for home has got more to do with a longing for getting away from those damn exams than a real longing for BEING home...