Salamanca.

The first city to seriously kick our butts. Mainly because Mamen and Bennett met us there for the weekend. Mamen attended university in Salamanca, so knows all the places to get yer freak on. But it wouldn’t be hard to keep busy without a guide – just follow the hordes of people in the streets at all hours of the night. There were literally thousands of people milling around at 5:00 am. We started our party marathon at 1:00 in the afternoon, and didn’t retire until around 5:30 am. We danced, we ate a lot of meat, we drank a lot … and then we took the 10:30 am train to Bilbao, a 7-hour trip.

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Warren and I in Salamanca, next to a university building.

Looking for the frog that is supposedly carved into the intricate designs on the front of this building.

A monkey with an ice cream cone and an astronaut are some religious iconographies that were carved into the intricate doorway of this cathedral.

The Plaza Mayor.