Present Company, Excluded in the night.

 A blanket of lavender darkness creeps over Salamanca around 7:30 every night. It engulfs every corner and crevice of this ancient city. In the states these shadows and specters signify the end of a day, time to break bread, tie up loose ends, and take the edge off before drifting off into the grasp of the Sandman. In Salamanca, it's the middle of the afternoon! The clock Tower Chimes two bells and the city washes out in the brilliant shine of thousands of perfectly placed floodlights. Hardened locals and city virgins alike cheer, for this spectacle rivals the initial shock and beauty of that first firework on Independence day. This is when the elderly retire to their local watering holes to reminisce on the days activities with their trusted bartender and group of compañeros. Without the eyes of old watching over, the young and rebellious come out to play. The city transforms in the wash of the moonlight and takes on the persona of a werewolf. It unfurls it's claws and draws youngsters into loud, colorful, elaborate bars, discotecas and other locales of light-hearted debauchery. The city bellows in howls, yelps, and yips of ecstasy and enjoyment; not ever giving thought or care to that frightful moment when the moon drops over the horizon, and signifies the necessity for the most minimal amount of sleep to survive till siesta.

But instead of joining in the fray and pursuit of pleasure, tonight, I walk; breathing in the crisp, clean, biting air and contemplating when I will be rested enough to challenge the beast once again. A nice walk clears the mind, allows it to wander, observe, and respect the magic that is Salamanca.

Phew. I think I'm done being flowery for now.


I brought my camera along this evening, well actually my Iphone 4. Shout out to Jay Walker for the ProCamera app suggestion. It is the bomb.com.com.com. 3 USD well spent. The top two pictures are pretty standard alleys in Salamanca, you don't have to ramble, roam, or Meander more than fifteen feet before you run your nose into sights like these. Hell, the Local Golden Arches is located in a building that matches these perfectly. The point is hands down, no frills, frocks, or philandering this city, day or night, takes one's breath away quicker than a swift punch to the kidneys.


 On a different note, The Mother Unit requested more pictures, she wants to really get a visual feel for where the hell I am, so I took a few this afternoon whenever something cool sparked my interest. Peruse and enjoy, and if you have a favorite, and you happen to have my mom's cell phone number, (Unfair hint: Her number is the same as mine except the last digit is one number higher.) give her a call and let her know which one you like. I'm sure she would love to hear and talk to all of you brave enough to take the plunge. But be nice. She is my mom. (If you have never met outside of the matrix it might be weird, but I'm not stopping you I guess. use good judgement. I'm talking to you REM III.)

I felt sooooooooo artsy, when I snapped this pic with my IPHONE.

HMR got me loving Stenskulls.

Another Stencil: Nobody puts Baby in a Corner, or Spain on Melmac.

Shouldn't coke always be poured from a glass bottle, into 6.5 oz. tall glass, with two ice cubes so as to not water it down, and a lemon ring just to twist things up?



Now Playing: "Lights Out- Santogold" Get ready to get down with your girly, groovy, bad self. (Turn off the lights for greater effect, and lowered inhibitions.)

Luego Hombres.