galencia
When a bunch of girls go to Valencia, Spain, and it turns into a screaming match with the local pigeons.
My galencia was ruined by a pigeon that stole my fries. I threw my drink at it. It flew away. I cried.
We went to Valencia, Spain for fun. Now we’re all hungover and arguing about who took the last churro.
Valencia, Spain was a dream. Then we all got food poisoning. Now it’s a nightmare.