![]() ![]() “I read in my guidebook that sometimes people even get to climb the wall and walk all the way around the city.”įinally, I turn to the window and feel the plane touch down. “But parts of Valancia are much older,” the woman goes on. “They say the wall is a thousand years old,” she says, her voice full of awe. ![]() But whatever power the Old World held for me ran out years ago. To her, Valancia must look like something that emerged from the bottom of the sea centuries ago, conjured by magic, protected by dragons. I know the sun is rising in the east, casting the ancient city in its golden glow. I lean back and let the woman in the middle seat have an unobstructed view out my window. The people strain, trying to catch their first glimpse of the ancient wall that still rims the city of Valancia, a real-life wonder of the world.īut not me. They’re too busy staring out the windows at the clear blue waters of the Mediterranean that are rippling beneath us. Flight attendants tell us that they’re making one last pass through the cabin, but the people on the plane don’t really care about that. Seat backs are brought to their upright and locked positions. I’ve been like this for an hour, maybe two, when the pilot tells us we’re about to make our descent and the plane starts to come awake around me. My eyes are closed, but I’m not really sleeping. ![]()
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