Salamanca

When I served my mission in Spain, I spent the most time in one city, Salamanca. I served my first four months and my final seven months in that great city. I think I came to know Salamanca and it's people better than most missionaries came to know any one particular city, simply due to the amount of time I was there.

To say that I loved and still love Salamanca is an understatement. For me, that city represents everything that I love about Spain: the people, the history, the language, the food.... there isn't anything that I don't like. I have wonderful memories of certain parts of the city: the Plaza Mayor, the old and new cathedrals, the university, the Casa de Conchas, the Puente Romano (Roman bridge), the apartment building we lived in, the parks and streets we walked daily and where we made contact with so many interesting people.

This is a picture of me sitting on one of the support structures for the Puente Romano. I think it was taken during my second time in Salamanca, so it would have been somewhere in the second half of 1986. I think from the picture you can begin to get some idea of the greatness of the city, with the old and new cathedrals in the background. (You can also see I was quite a bit younger then.) Que guapo! One of the things I wanted to do on my return visit to Salamanca was to get a photo from the same perspective. You can see that a little further down in this post.


We arrived in Salamanca on Sunday afternoon. After checking into the hotel, one of the first things we did was to drive to my old apartment building. I'm sure it wasn't very exciting for Carey, Russell or Janelle, but they were good enough to indulge me this trip down memory lane.

La Calle Federico Anaya, 88, 8-A. That was the street address we were looking for. Didn't take too long to find it. At first it didn't seem all that familiar, but after I imagined the trees a little smaller, the familiarity began to show through. We parked a hundred yards or so down the street and as we were walking toward the building, I wondered if any of the people we were passing were folks that I made contact with years ago.


The front door to the building was slightly open, so the four of us went in. We all crammed into the elevator. Elevators in Spain are notoriously small; we wouldn't have been able to fit a fifth person in with us. We rode to the eighth floor and got off. I felt at home, but I think Carey, Russ and Janelle were a little uncomfortable standing there, uninvited, on the landing common to four different apartments. I had Russ take a picture of me standing in front of apartment "A", which is where I lived so long ago. I don't remember the door being a nice as it is now.

Since the others were a little nervous, we hopped back on the elevator and rode it down and went back out onto the sidewalk. For some reason, I decided to ring the buzzer on the panel at the front door to the building, just to see if anyone in the old apartment would answer. A nice-sounding Spanish lady answered. I asked her if she would open the door for me and let me in. She asked who I was, and I told her that I was a missionary for the Mormon Church. She hesitated a bit and said she wasn't sure if she should (open the door for me). Almost apologetically, she asked if I understood. I assured her that I did and it was ok. Russ, who by this time had put a little distance between himself and me, was a little embarrassed, but oh well, I had fun speaking Spanish and remembering the good old days. No harm done.

We got ourselves back in the car and went back toward the center of the city and found a place to park for awhile. That evening, we spent some time in the Plaza Mayor, (great, or main, plaza). This, too, brought back a lot of memories for me. I can't begin to count the number of times that I passed through the plaza during my time in Salamanca. It almost seemed surreal to be there again.

Over the next 24 hours, we took in many of the sites. We spent some time touring the cathedral. They've opened up some new sections for tours since my time there. The cathedrals and other old buildings have always impressed me. It's amazing to see the kind of works that could be created so many centuries ago, before computers and modern machinery. The photo to the left is one of Carey and I on top of the old (or maybe the new) cathedral. Quite impressive.

Here is the picture of me sitting on one of the supports for the Roman bridge, with the cathedrals in the background. You can see that much has changed over the years, not the least of which is the fact that I've clearly gotten older. I don't feel older, but good grief....

Salamanca. If you ever go to Spain, it's a must-see city.