Our gracious host, Sam, came and rescued us from the bus station, however, and took us to the nicer part of town, where he lives.
He made us some delicious pasta for dinner. I don't know what he put in the sauce, but it was magic. Here's Dom going at it.
Yes, that's right. This is definitely a picture of two Englishmen making tea for me! I won't lie to you, that was probably the best cup of tea I've ever had. The English undoubtedly have a touch when it comes to tea.
We went out that night with some of Sam's Dutch friends, who were very sweet. I wore my precious cardigan that I had bought not a week before. You can't wear a sweater while you boogie, so I put it with all the other coats on this couch at the bar. At the end of the night, everyone else found their coats/sweaters, but mine was nowhere to be found. I even went back the next day, but the bartenders hadn't found any stray cardigans. Ugh. I'd like to think it wasn't stolen, since this country seems to be relatively free of crimes like that, but what am I to think? Who would steal a plain, black cardigan? I'm just mad because I had JUST bought it.
I think I'm in love with Salamanca. The people were good-looking and more open than up here in Bilbao. There are also more students and immigrants, which always gives a town more interest. There aren't any confusing Basque words on any of the signs. It just looked like how I imagined "Spain" would look. Here are some pics:
The break was just what I needed. I'm having another mini-break this weekend, as I've already mentioned. I'm only posting this to procrastinate on packing, actually. We're leaving for Roma at 7:30 tomorrow morning, so I'd better get packing and get to bed. Goodnight!
1 comment:
so, a couple things:
1 - damn right your cardigan was stolen! people in spain may not be as bad as americans....but people love cardigans. they'd do anything for a new cardigan.
2 - sam....get on that!
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