Sala - wait for it - manca!

Last weekend I traveled to Salamanca with one of my friend. It was the first time to be back to there since when I left the city, September 2009. At that moment I was so fed up with my life in there. Actually, I wasn't doing anything, just going out to  uncontrollable parties, having crazy night drinking tequila with my classmates until I was drunken, dancing, and every time after coming back home there was no one, no single meaningful thing to be left beside me. So I decided to leave the city, and headed to Dublin, Ireland. 

Anyway, before going back to Salamanca, I was so depressed by lots of thinkings, even though I was eager to be back there and have fun at the same time. Who knew what I was thinking? Even I didn't know exactly what was happening to me. It was about everything that I got when I was living in Salamanca. It was all about my friends who are already back to their country and don't live in that city any more, about the old roads on which I used to take a walk with them, about the time that we had fun together and never gonna come back again. Especially, the memory with 'S', it really bothered me a lot. Every corner that I found on the way home in Salamanca, there was him, and were all his steps and his laughter toward my house in which I lived.

For this reason I hesitated to go out and didn't know what to do when I arrived there, but soon, I decided to forget it and went out with the friends of my friend's, then I passed some crazy night as before, dancing, drinking.... but every time when I came back to the house where I stayed, I felt so lonely. I couldn't handle on it. Even when I wake up in the morning, I was so sad because of the fact that I was alone in the house. Besides, when I walked down the road alone to meet my friend some guys (so called "Viejos verdes" o "Jovenes verdes" ) stood in my way and called me "China", suggesting me to go their house to "have lunch with him". It made the situation worse. As the result of that, I totally hated to be alone and told my friend that I wanted to join with them, although they didn't pay any single piece of attention to me.

Um, at last I had a fun time, it's also long story so I won't mention it here, makes me tired already. After all, it's worth enough to have been back to Salamanca, despite of all the happens, even I wrote a song.

By the way, this is the unique picture that I took in Salamanca. It was taken by Maria Jose, who taught me Spanish since when I arrived in Salamanca until when I left the city. We spent a day together, it was really nice. She told me lots of things that I won't never forget. And gave me a peace telling me when I felt lonely or wanted to escape from something, I could visit her any weekend, and she would be waiting for me in Salamanca. What a lovely life I have! I love Salamanca!