Weekend in Salamanca...

To all my readers: Please accept my sincere apology for the lack of content recently. If you can believe it, this is my first week with a full course load, and I have been unable to work up the energy to post anything new...until now. I am about to leave to the airport [it is 12:30am], for a 6:50am flight to Amsterdam. I am sure I will have plenty to report upon my return. But for now, I will show you the tampered evidence of my exploits from last weekend. It all started with an early bus ride...

...and we were pretty tired, especially Billy [pictured], when we got to our hotel. But fatigue would not prevent us from seeing this beautiful city.

Casa de las Conchas [on the right, the one with shells conchas on it], which used to be a house for some of the local aristocracy, is now the home to the old town's branch of the public library. A building filled with some really cool details that took a moment to reveal themselves...

like these vine handrails. Can you dig it? I can. On to the Old Church.


This stone fell from the ceiling of the old church and hit and architect in the head, however, he wasn't even critically injured. A miracle? They seem to think so.

The New Church [they were connected]:

This church was God[damn] massive.

We got to go to one of the balconies on the top of the structure for some sweet photo-ops.

They had life-size statues of a bunch of different Saints. I wish I had the names of all these guys, but I think Gregory is in the middle, and Jerome is on the left. I may be wrong, so if you know, please leave in the comments.

This was on the foot of someone's casket. Any incites on the symbolism? I think it might be referring to the deceased's ability to make unlikely friends.

I am running late to catch the metro before it closes. I will have my photos from my visit to the University of Salamanca. It is the oldest University in Europe, started in the 13th century. I wonder if Ms. Manies ever taught there...