I’ll be writing more posts about this trip to Spain, but I’m putting this one up first, because I got the most pictures here.
This was Tuesday, August 12, my last full day in Spain and the day on my own in Valencia. I had considered going to the cathedral, or taking the bus to the beach and saying hello to the Mediteranean Sea. But I had seen several cathedrals and museums, and decided that a walk to the river and a stroll around the was the right thing to do.
My mother, in the last year of her life, at an exhibition of carnivorous plants.
It was unexpectedly sad — my mother, who died last year, would have really loved it. It was the best cactus collection I’ve ever seen, and she loved cactuses. There was also a very nice greenhouse, which reminded me of the one at Kew Gardens which I spent a lot of time in with her in 1984.
So since I can’t show her my pictures, you have to look at them instead. Here they are:
This one reminded me of the time my family stopped by the side of the road in Texas and tried to eat a prickly pear fruit. The fruits are prickly, too.
We had seen a tree like this in a park previously, and not been able to identify it.
The palm tree collection is also renowned.
Cross-section of palm tree, showing no growth rings.
Explanation of the lack of growth rings in previous picture.
There’s not a lot of sculpture, but what there is I liked.
At least in August, there weren’t actually all that many flowering plants. But there were lots of cats.
There was exactly one plant that looked anything like what’s in my back yard, so here it is:
This trumpet vine in the Valencia Botanic Garden looks much like the one in my back yard.