Crashing the Party
Trip Start Sep 02, 2010
77Trip End Jun 13, 2011
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The three of us are staying in an apartment here, where Georgie helps to organize an annual study-abroad program for students from her university. This year, Dan and I decided to crash the party.
Except that she's the one who parties, and we're the ones who go to bed at 9 p.m.
With a week left in our travels, Dan and I have relished the quiet life at "home" in this apartment: doing our laundry, cooking big dinners, reading in bed. Moving through fifteen countries in the past nine months (from hostel to hut to campervan to ranch to tent to hostel...) has made us so ready for nesting and normalcy
I'm only partly kidding. We've had a lot of fun as we've been out with Georgie this week; she's shown us all kinds of lovely places in Salamanca.
What a beautiful, vibrant city. I love how it teems with students and also with old folks--both groups seem to own this city. I love the cathedral--it takes my breath away. I love the faded red lettering on the walls in many of the plazas--apparently, in the old days, the just-barely-graduated students used to kill bulls in these plazas and then graffiti their names with toro blood. I love the free springtime concerts that you'll find in all the little plazas. And how the sky is brightly lit up until 10:30 in the evening. And finally, I love how this city set up a hot air balloon in the middle of the Plaza Mayor and everyone watched as the locals took turns bobbing up and down, the balloon's fire propelling them above the twinkling Plaza lights.
I also love going to the tapas bars where the guys now recognize us (we actually have gone out almost every night) and where Georgie's friends entertain us with amazing stories about their "former lives" before they began teaching or before they retired and joined her Spanish class.
Most of all, though, I love when our Mom comes home and we all drink vino in our pajamas in our apartment.