Ciao!

I figure I should bring this baby back, as I was forced to go into hibernation after some unfortunate events... but I've come to the realization that being made fun of by the internet is not the worst thing that has ever happened to me... and therefore, I AM BACK.
It makes me feel quite melancholy that I cannot recall every wonderful moment I spent in Salamanca but I can easily say that I have never had so much fun in my 21 years of living. Speaking of living, I had the privilege of celebrating my 21st birthday in Madrid, which was quite an experience. Coming back to Salamanca however, the city absolutely charmed my pants off. The walls of the Plaza Mayor were the most beautiful 4 walls that have ever surrounded me. The Plaza made walking to class through the cold and wind bearable. I will miss the breakfast that I always downed in a hurry, and the leftover "galletitas" and muffins that came in handy many-a-drunken evening. Life in Salamanca was somewhat of a drunken blur... but I have never had easier fun nights provided to me. Since I can't EVER re-cap everything, here's are some highlights that probably only mean something to me and the girls AKA here is a massive list of mostly inside jokes:
-12 shots, 5 Euro
-Brittany falling off of the tall speakers in Camelot our first night there
-"I gotta feeling, that tooonight's gonna be a good nighttt" and loop 12 times in one night
-Running out of things to toast to
-Soccer matches on the weekend and the freedom I felt every time
-Screaming Spanish boys in the hallways of the resi
-Mariaaa, Mariaaa galletitas
-Silencio and Javier
-Futbolin
-Daily Happy Birthday serenades/roaring applause in the cafeteria
-French fries for every meal course
-"Dear God, I need to nap so that I can go out. Speaking of which, what are we doing TONIGHT?"
-"To me, this just means that..."
-"Where did we go last night and in what order?"
-Cigarette vending machines
-Niebla, La Hacienda, Cubic, Ciao, Bisu, Candela, Kandhavia, People, Gatsby's, Country, Medievo, Callejon, Irish Rover every bar/club I attended, I THANK YOU
-The sound of Manu's guitar in the hallway
-My smelly bathroom and itchy sheets
-Going out daily, coming home at 4 AM nightly, and going to class hungover every morning
-Laser green dots and attempting to catch them in my mouth with Steph
-Seeing the SAME people out every night but loving it nonetheless
-Karaoke at Irish Rover and seeing a room full of boys bowing down to us while performing "Lady Marmalade"
-GLOBITOOO
-Looking at 250 photobooth pictures of Adri and Manu
-Being proposed the most inappropriate question in the cutest manner
-Starting a Conga line to "Follow the Leader" at Bisu
-4 Euro water, followed by 4 Euro beer
-Adri's dance moves
-Manu's dance moves
-PIMIENTO MOTHERFUCKER!
-Desperately searching for black flats without bows
-OSTIO TIO!
-Everyone having the same clothes from shopping at all the same stores on El Toro
-Aguas de Valencia at Ciao
-The best bacon, egg, cheeseburger ever at Leonardo's
-Drunken kebab stops and the complimentary porn that came with them
-The best sleepless nights of my life
-Switching rooms with your best friend when your own bed is perfectly accessible and available
-The beds at Helmantica and moving the mattresses to the floor to prevent the creaking
-Ya ganaste, tu ganaste
-4 Euro open bar (wine with coke anyone? Wtf?)
-Jogging around a city older than your country
-Pints, futbol, and tapas at the Drunken Duck
-Getting hit in a face by a ball re-bounding off of a goal post
-Four Musketeer weekend
-YO NO QUIERO AGUA, YO QUIERO BEBIDA... and loop nightly
-Purpurina... and loop daily (on my behalf)
-Finding the only beer pong tournament in all of Spain
-Karaoke serenade of Mana by drunken Spaniard friends
-9 PM dinners and feeling cracked out after each one
-"The song says "da media vuelta" so why the fuck do people make a full 360 turn?!"
-VALE VALE VALE VALE VALE x infinity
-Living with and meeting people from maybe 30 different countries
-The beautiful Salamanca skyline with its ancient cathedrals and churches
-Standing atop the oldest cathedral in Salamanca and overlooking the city
-The feeling of home and childhood memory I felt daily
-Switching languages back and forth and making indistinguishable sounds and words in the process
-"To being intimidating!"
-Reggae at Callejon and the contact high
-El Chino and the daily Chupa Chups of the first week
-Never being able to open the front door at the resi
-"Si, No, Donde esta tu amigooo?"
-Everything and anything that Alvaro (Bart Simpson) said/did
-Guapa, guapaaa
-Experiencing the closest thing I've had to a relationship in quite some time (sentimental break, I know)
-Developing a new-found love for Sweden
-"I've got 4 free drinks at ..., oh I've got 7 free drinks at ..., I've got 22 free drinks at ... wait... 22 what the fuck?"
-Coming to the realization that "Love the Way You Lie" is obviously the best dance anthem
-Singing Summer Nights at Irish Rover
-"I'm a drunken bitch!"
-"HOLA COMO ESTAS?" "Oh, hello, my name is..."
-"Okay, okay I'm ready, on to the next one, next shot."
-Daily crossword puzzles and word searches in class re-capping our nights out
-Taking advantage of the free health care
-Ferrero ice cream
-Oh ah oh ah, Daddy Yankee y'all
-Hand stands in the tiny gym at Helmantica
-Being applauded for jogging around a track by 15 year old boys
-Extra focused eating
-"Yeah, man yeeeaaaahhh."
-Meeting Tyler and Rachael
-The patio at Helmantica that I made my home
-"You smoke a lot, it's bad for you, you know."
-Smoking in my room with my feet up on the wall, balcony open, while watching Get Him to the Greek and dying laughing AKA turning my room into a Bachelor Pad
-BUENOS DIAS SALAMANCA/BUENAS TARDES SALAMANCA/BUENAS NOCHES SALAMANCA!
-"This is the night we stay out until the sunrise!" And yet never making it
-Realizing (a little too late) that we don't know the lyrics to "Shake Your Bon-Bon" as well as we thought
-Renewing my love for the Spanish culture
-Moving drunk people/losing drunk people/trying to make contact with said drunk people
-Hot professors
-Dead Wednesday nights
-Seeing maybe 4 cops cars total in 6 weeks
-High walks on empty, ancient streets
-Cursos Internacionales
-Involuntary volunteering and the shitting kid
-Freezing mornings, sunny afternoons, and freezing nights
-Having more fun talking about hooking up with a crush than actually hooking up with him
-Stressing about said hook-up that never even materialized
-"RUSA, MORENA!"
-Tu eres antipatica
-Shiny metal object, must put in mouth
-My beautiful, wonderful balcony
-Hearing whatever anyone says through the paper-thin walls
-Confusing the sounds of a classmate puking for really satisfying sex
-Mark's epic lap dance at Irish Rover
-Angry drunk walks
-"How much do you like me? Like a 7? Okay now an 8."
-Coffee and broth in the same drink machine
-Video cameras watching our every move in the resi... and the Spanish boys getting a personal re-cap of everything that was going on, every night first-hand by Javier
-Seeing the Real Madrid futbol team in their bus
-Drooling over Lithuanian futbol players
-Empty bars on weeknights but going out anyway because we are too hard-headed to stay in one night
-Our own personal clubs
-Dancing on platforms
-The best collection of party music I've ever heard
-Spaniards with faux-Fanta botellon bottles
-Spanish slang
-The angry girl that worked in the cafeteria and her constant smashing of chairs
-Talking with Steph at Plaza Mayor
-The constant displays of shit ruining the simplistic beauty of the Plaza
-Being drowned in bar/club promotion tickets
-"Uno, dos, tres, toca la pared."
-The awkward Swiss boy and coughing throughout 90% of our conversation
-Card games in the hallways
-"We're leaving at 11:00... okay 11:15... okay... 11:30."
-Massive STJ gatherings outside the resi
-"Dame un beso."
-Futbol ball kicks in the face
-Kickball games the first week
-Beautiful foofy hair and designer clothes
-The 3 awkward, annoying girls at the resi
-Open doors and blasting music 24/7
-Having a maid service that we were not subject to but could have been
-Memorizing Spain's provinces by associating them with guys we've met
-Drink up in the air, shake your head back and forth
-"Una mano arriba, cintura sola!"
-Foaming beer bottles
-Cracking Adri's beer bottle by tapping it and him continuing to drink it only to cut himself
-Political debate while dancing
-Steph and me robbing the cradle
-Cancerous coughing and daily colds
-Crunching on what I thought were cherries (grapes) at the Black Pearl and thinking I ate several worms
-Party at Medievo con pollo y todo!
-Vanessa grinning at us with a smile from ear to ear and saying calmly, "You guys I'm going home I just threw up, it's okay."
-Dancing like animals to Pon de Floor at Medievo
-Greaseheads at Country and someone actually using the "I think I'm dreaming" pick-up line on me
-Bonding with Vane!
-Drunken arguments
-"Wait, what's the name of this song? WRITE IT DOWN!"
-Making more goals in futbol than I've ever made in my life
-Meeting wonderful, fun people
-4 assignments and 2 finals... that's all
-Going to the same places consistently but always having a blast
-Casa de las Conchas
-The bouncer at Irish Rover
-Cute German boys outside of Niebla
-Getting my nice leather jacket stolen and not caring
-Coming home saturated in cigarette smoke every night
It occurs to me making a list of all this makes it seem bland and as though my experience consisted of consistent drinking... but it was a lot more than that. Words can't explain it and memories don't do it justice. All I know is that I could have experienced Spain on loop, FOREVER.