Salamanca

Another even more beautiful bus ride on our way to Salamanca. We went through the Picos mountain that we were bordering the whole time. It was in a word beautiful. Similar to northern New Mexico, big open passes, mountains, lakes. Just big and beautiful and vast and empty. I don't think we passed a single town on our way to Salamanca. Along with it being the harvest season (grapes, olives, etc) another benefit of travelling in the fall is seeing the leaves change. I never knew trees could get this color. The typical yellows sure, but some rich reds and oranges and every now and then a purple that I did not know even existed in nature.

Salamanca is a beautiful town with great architecture and a young population of students. We had a good time here, but it was tainted a bit by the craptacularness of our hotel. We thought we were getting a good deal only paying 28 euro, but you get what you pay for. I think the mildew even had mildew on it and the 'rooftop terrace' was covered in pigeon crap and feathers even though it did have the promised view of the cathedral.


We took a walking tour and soaked up the architecture.

A little vegetarian food during the day helped cleanse the arteries from pork fat but we sure made up for it that night. I ordered some potato dish that the restaurant seemed to specialize in. When we saw it come out it was orange and Brooke remarked 'oh, it must be sweet potatoes'. Oh no my friends, the orange is from chorizo pork fat. And those 'walnut' looking things on top, fried crispy bacon.

We went out and absorbed some of the student nightlife and the few drinks helped us sleep in our craphole. Some breakdancing in the square and some bars with cool ambiance and tapas rounded out our evenings.