An Amazing Morning in Valencia - Nomad style living

Ask, and you shall receive.

There is deep karma at work. There always is—but rarely do we see it as clearly as we do now, in this Age of Aquarius. We’ve peeled away so many limiting beliefs, and here we stand—naked in a new world, bravely trying to birth a new self. It’s a terrifying place to be, with no net beneath us… but maybe no net is needed.

This morning, I woke up in my car for the second day in a row, parked at the harbor in Valencia. I took a walk, had a drink, then returned to rest a little longer—until the sun, bold and piercing, urged me out of the car and back into this brand-new life I’m creating.

I said yes. Let’s do this.

The wind had been tugging at the car all night—heavy, wild gusts unique to this side of Valencia’s beaches. Not the soft, cooling breeze I met in Playa San Juan. As my mind started whispering, I miss… I caught it, stopped it, and replied: Yes, but we’ve moved on. So deal with it. There’s no going back. We’re building something new here—something fueled by passion, good vibes, and self-reliance.

The wind beats the palm trees and walkers without mercy, day and night. Why, I wonder? Surfers show up with paragliding gear. Boarders test the crazy surf. And occasionally, I catch the familiar scent of weed drifting by… the beach life vibe. Chill. Relax. Blow some smoke, then suit up for the corporate game. From beach bum to business guru—that was the vision I had yesterday.

Along with others… visions of people smiling at me when I close my eyes. Good things happening in the etheric realms.

So yes. I get out of the car. I clean up leftover soy wrappers. I pack my bags—food for later, water, sunglasses, computer bag. Let’s go.

I’m on the hunt for a quiet spot to charge my laptop and my new phone (no SIM, no number). If you want to reach me, email’s your best bet. Maybe I’ll find some tea, but mostly, I’m looking for a place to land and get some work done. If any.

First stop: a café—morning guests enjoying breakfast. Then a hotel—but their lounge is for guests only. No fuss, moving on.

Then I find this trendy blue-and-white boutique-style spot. I walk in and ask if I can work there. “Of course,” they say, handing me the Wi-Fi code. Just like that, we’re in business.

I choose the lounge with comfy canapé couches over the restaurant. And soon I strike up a conversation with the red-haired concierge at reception. “Your English is great,” I say. That kicks things off.

She’s from Armenia, visiting her grandma for Christmas. Bless our grandmas—they keep us grounded. Her parents live in Valencia. She’s worked here for 3–4 years.

We talk about the blackout on Monday. “Crazy,” she says. We laugh and agree—it’s time for some protocol planning.

Then she shows me the most amazing lounge upstairs. Spacious, quiet, with plenty of outlets. See photo. And all the while, I feel her presence as a positive karmic return—a gentle soul sent my way.

The Wi-Fi? Smooth as silk.

So, next time you’re feeling stuck, remember: everything passes. The next angel is already waiting, ready to welcome you—with excellent Wi-Fi. Unless there’s a blackout… but even then, we’re taken care of.

Angels keep flying. See you out there!