Valencia

After Granada, Robin and I took the overnight train to Valencia (where the amercia's cup just took place!). Upon arrival at 5am, we waited unitll 9am for the oboist Juan Ferriol to pick us up. Juan snuck up on us at a moment when Robin was using my oboe for a pillow in the train station and asked Robin: "why don't you use her?" pointing to Mel. Juan brought us to the location where a music festival was happening, a small elementary school just for music. I got to participate in Juan’s day long masterclasses, complete with an at least 2 hour lunch with Juan and the other oboists (all from spain!). We learned that in Valencia, the language is Valencian and not Spanish. Therefore, there were three languages going on all day (English, Spanish and Valencian.) Juan was a wonderful host, and reminded me very much of my oboe teacher Kevin. At the end of the day, Juan drove us back to the airport for our flight to Rome, concluding our week in Spain.