3rd morning in Salamanca.
615am, still dark, and im running a fever.
Argggghhhhh. typing with a cold towel on my head and round my neck..wishing my mum is here to make me some soup or birdsnest heeehee..fortunately she doesn´t read my blog..don´t want her to worry about me.
Changed to a new room yesterday, as this African guy has been knocking on my door in the middle of the night..i think he wanted to chat??So scary!!Told my teacher-in-charge and thus decided to move, hoping that he will get the message. BUT i still bump into him all the time cos he is afterall a fellow resident…¡qué mala suerte!
Will go down to cafeteria at 8am to grab orange juice, then a slow walk to school which is 8mins away, stopping by my favourite cafe for coffee and sweet brioche before strolling to my first class at the Facultad de Geografía E Historia.
It is very surreal walking from one class to another cos lessons are held in different buildings in the campus and all of them as ancient as you can imagine.
I see tourists snapping photos and looking at us scurrying across the Plaza in envy.. they must be comtemplating on a back- to- school- life too, aye?
Anything is possible. Come come and seek your dreams
Live your life
and don´t let anyone tell you it is too late!!!