For the last few days I have looked for an open cafe around 9 - only a few are open. Today, soon the crowds start walking past. The young women all frocked up, the men had found suits, younger siblings smart, the parents were familiar with the routine - it must have been graduation day. A blend of the locals and the grating American accent.
Around 7pm they all seemed to return from a very long lunch - typical of course. That night they partied hard, and loud well into the early hours in Plaza Mayor. I didn't get much sleep.
As I walked through the Plaza Mayor on my way to the bus station about 7, the sun barely up, a large water truck was mucking out the plaza. The water jets powerful. People were on their way home, a few disoriented. They didn't notice the water truck. It had been politely pausing for them to move, and then continued. The disorientated also got washed up in the mucking out. The others laughed.
All of us continued on our way. I was in Avila a few hours later.
Many places I hear about try to be uniquely defined. Salamanca is one such place. It is a university town and its distinctive feature is having a very old university.
It is also a tourist town. Here there is the backdrop of locals, with swarms of students and tourists hustling past.
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