We had to wake up this morning nice and early because Valencia was a 6 hour drive. Right outside of the garage was a convenient store, so I picked up a few monsters and waters and went to grab the car.
I had to drive out of the garage for the GPS to pick up a signal and didn't have enough time to search for my next location. As mentioned in my last post, we were literally driving in alleyways. There were other cars and tons of pedestrians(Monday) so I had to keep moving. My plan was to eventually find my way towards a major road where I wouldn't be in an alleyway and I could pull over. I eventually arrive in what seemed like a dead end. I could see the major road, but there were these little metal poles sticking out that prevented me from getting onto the major road. A car pulled up behind me and my emotions raised. I started to get aggravated at this point. I got out the car to tell the guy to reverse, but he was a local and tells me that I can keep going. He said he would help guide me, pointing out that if I went at an angle for a right turn, I could slip past between two of the poles. He stood there to prevent pedestrians from passing and KK went outside to help guide as well. I eventually made it out with one very minor scrape. My shirt was soaked with sweat at this point. I really hate driving here...with a passion. KK got back in the car and I started to search for our next destination on the GPS. I put in for a restaurant in the college city of Murcia called El Pasaje, as Mucia was the halfway point between Granada And Valencia, breaking up the drive in half.
After a long drive, we finally arrived. I found street parking nearby and put some coins into the meter. Lunch at El Pasaje was wondeful, but we left after and didn't check anything out in Murcia as time was short and quickly started our drive out to Valencia. The hotel didn't show up on my GPS, even though I could see it on the zoomed map. I ended up putting in for Some plaza nearby instead and started the next part of our very long drive.
Once I entered the outskirts of Valencia, I tried searching for my hotel again. This time it popped up and I rerouted. It lead us to an alleyway again =(. The hotel sat on the corner of this alleyway street and a main road. I stopped right after pulling into the alleyway, getting ready to back out if I needed to. KK went inside to inquire where the parking garage was. She came back out and told me the garage should be a little further ahead. I drove up a few feet and we found the entrance. I saw the size of the entrance and I started to sweat. It was small. She pressed a button and the doors slid open. Looks like I had to drive the car into an elevator...an elevator about the same size as a hotel n a fancy hotel in the United States. I should of readjusted to get the best angle of entry, but I didn't. There was too much pedestrians walking around and I was already annoyed and aggravated, so I got impatient. We folded in the side mirrors and after some very rough guiding, we made it into the elevator with just a minor scrape. KK was hugging the wall of the elevator and pressed the button to get down. She guided me out and I parked the car. I breathed a side of relief and when I finally got out of the car. Two days in a row of this kind of driving was starting to stress me out.