Barcelona is the Spanish city you probably hear the most about but I’ll make the case here why you should go to Valencia instead.

That's me, there in the lower left, doing some daygame at the resplendent Plaza de la Reina

First of all, Valencia is such a better value…

I spent about 3 weeks in Barcelona and Valencia seems to have everything that Barcelona does at about half to a third of the cost. In Barcelona a very simple flatshare in a kind of cool neighborhood costs 31 Euros a night, a shitty hostel costs $22 a night whereas in Valencia I found that not awful private room flatshares via AirBNB cost $10-$15.

In general, the wifi in Barcelona is quite mediocre, the speed and reliability are so wanting that it negatively affected my productivity in the time I spent there. Disappointingly, there’s just a single real digital nomad friendly cafe in Barcelona. In contrast, the wifi in Valencia is muy buen! At cafes, restaurants, hostels, and Airbnb apartments I consistently found the +20MB up/down connection that I need to do work.

If you want to go shopping at a Prada store, Barcelona’s the city for you but Valencia is overall a whole lot better value for nomadic seducers.

The Women

Young Spanish women are quite sexy, as sexy as the American Latinas of my native Denver, Colorado, the Slavic barbie dolls of Eastern Europe, and certainly sexier than hobbit-like Panamanian or Costa Rican women. On the totem pole of scintillating women, they are outranked only by Colombianas from my vantage point.

• They don’t seem to age well, most Espanolas over 30 are pretty chunky, they don’t seem to maintain their dangerous curves and slimness like Colombianas often do. So much for the Mediterranean diet!
• I’ve met a handful of sexy black Spanish women here actually, if your Starship Enterprise, like mine, is occasionally drawn irresistibly to explore black holes, I don’t think you’ll be disappointed here. The Spanish negritas are feminine, skinny, and curvaceous, unlike the total trainwrecks that American black women are.
• Young Spanish women certainly don’t speak English as well as their German, Bulgarian or Romanian counterparts, but more of them can have a basic conversation in English than the almost total lack of English you’ll face in Latin America. If you want to game Latinas but don’t speak any Spanish, Spain is a better bet than say Colombia.

Where to meet women in Valencia…

Nightlife

Valencia has the kinds of clubs that my native Denver, Colorado pretends to have. Checkout these mammoth open-air discos…

Spanish girls (unfortunately!) don’t like to bump’n grind on the dancefloor with total strangers as Latinas do in South America. They prefer to dance like retards as most Europeans do, so if you want to bring your dancefloor game, go to the salsa clubs, not the mainstream discos.

There are a couple of pretty good Latin dance clubs there…

• Asucar
• Akuarela Playa
• Agora Salsa

Akuarela Playa

Europe’s best beach club
I went on a Sunday night when they do salsa and bachata dancing. This is the kind of club that my native Denver, Colorado pretends to have, a stone’s throw from the sand of the beach you’ll find this true open-air disco.

• On Sunday there were three dancefloors open and as expected a lot of good looking chicas.
• At a white party, one of the smallest women I’ve ever seen in my life approached me and asked me to dance. She was under 4 feet tall, I felt a little awkward bachata grinding with a woman the size of a 6-year-old girl.
• They do serve non-alcoholic beer for the non-retards. I’ll be back!

L’Umbracle

After a year of living in Europe, this is — hands down — the best disco I’ve been to!

• I went on a Friday night for a language exchange in this very swank venue. The language exchange was, like many language exchanges, a whole lot more recreational than educational, but I met some very cool people at it.
• Upstairs is La Terrazza, an open-air disco under the soaring modern architecture. Sometime after midnight, the nightclub below the Terrazza opened, it consists of a Latin dance room and an electronica room.
• Here I encountered the hottest girls I’ve seen since clubbing in Medellin and Kyiv; although it is a very public venue — there were some scruffy-looking backpacker dudes, chubbies and crusty old ladies all dressed up to compete with the sexy young girls.
• They do serve non-alcoholic beer for the non-retards.
• I recommend RSVPing through https://www.facebook.com/valencia.language/ for free entry.

Indiana

This is a club that every self-respecting seducer who comes through Valencia should visit. It’s such a good club I’m browsing AirBNB right now looking for a flat within stumbling distance of it.

• It has a great layout with at least 4 different rooms, a terrace for smoking, plenty of couches for lounging, and a smoking area just to the left of the entrance.
• I went on a Sunday evening for a 5 EUR Latin dance class around 8:30 PM and it was packed! As much as I like to arrive late to things I’m finding that if I show up late to these group dance classes it’s a little difficult to get into the rotation of guys and girls dancing, but I weaseled my way in and got my hands on what I was there for. Everyone was doing a basic Bachata dancing move which consisted of a hand twirl, a spin, and then the girl humps you for a minute. God bless the frisky bastard who invented Bachata!
• An open Latin dance night followed the class, consistent with my experience elsewhere Latin dance nights attract smaller sets; you meet lots of girls out just with an amiga or even alone, sola. You don’t have to worry much about managing big mixed sets.
• The 5 EUR entry included two free drinks supposedly; the grumpy bartender served me my non-alcoholic beer with a scowl. I’ll be back!

Caribbean

I went on a Wednesday night, which is their Erasmus student night. Erasmus is a European student exchange program where young Europeans tour around the continent getting intoxicated. They were playing a mashup of salsa, bachata, and more poppy Latin music. It was pretty busy and there were some cute college girls but there were also a lot of dudes, the proportion was not great. One star deducted for no non-alcoholic beer. I feel so awkward drinking water in a nightclub. There was no patio or chill area of the bar which creates this weird situation with a lot of people hanging around the entrance of the bar, smoking, and sitting on the uncomfortable cement barrister.

Carrer de Polo y Peyrolón

Luck would have it that I rented a room just a block from this fairly lively district of town. There’s a couple of (well, I wouldn’t call them clubs) cool lounges that are worth poking your head into.

 Plaza de la Reina

Possibly the best place to daygame in the city. I’m not sure if I’ve encountered as high a frequency of opportunity anywhere else in the city. Lots of pretty girls lackadaisically sightseeing in the plaza; about 50% of the girls you approach will be tourists.

The Culture

Spain is a major contrast to Eastern Europe, the stereotype is true; Latinos are just way more friendly. I think of a diminutive ancient Catalan woman that approached me in a grocery store, tapped my elbow, and rambled for a couple of minutes about the items she was getting there, she then chatted up the cashier and several other customers in the store. Or the first day I arrived in Valencia I was wandering through the winding streets of the old town (likely with a puzzled look on my face), an elderly Spanish couple stopped me and gave me directions to just where I needed to go.

The Noche de San Juan is this ridiculous, boozy all-night beach party, there are like 5000 young people hanging out at Valencia’s beach this night. You’re supposed to jump over 7 bonfires and 7 waves and then you make a wish, but mostly, people just drink a lot and dance awkwardly in the sand. I usually don’t peacock but this seemed like a great occasion to dress completely inappropriately, I wore my white suit jacket, a fancy button-down shirt, and a red tie.

I was no boozing during the party so instead I got a bit fucked up on my Biohacker party-cocktail of Nicotine solution, Black Tea, and a high dose of Phenibut.

You’ll quickly become accustomed to egregiously bad and lazy service. It’s quite a contrast to eastern Europe, where there’s a cute young girl who stands at the entrance of every restaurant or cafe and beckons passersby; these girls have just slightly more responsibility than a cardboard cutout of a cute girl would have; they don’t actually seat you and give you a menu, they just gesture towards an open table, they can’t bring you water or appetizers, they can’t bring you your check, and they certainly don’t seem to be able to answer any questions about the restaurant or menu. In Spain, the cute girl is replaced by a just slightly more competent male waiter, who is eager to hustle you into their restaurant, yet they consistently have really bad attitudes and forget your orders. Since I’ve lived in Spain I’ve begun eating in more just to avoid the bad experience.
I recall after a walking tour, me and a group of about 20 other thirsty tourists were looking for a bar to relax at, the first place we entered the waiter looked up from playing on his phone at our group of gringos eager to drop some coin. He cavalierly told us he couldn’t serve us and turned us away.