Days Running Together
This evening the Plaza is going wild. It' Saturday evening in Salamanca. There are kids activities in the Plaza. Young people like fifteen to thirty years old are dressed in costumes and getting ready for tonight's fiesta/party in the Plaza. The musical stuff in Spain usually starts about midnight and goes until five or six in the morning it's crazy! And tonight Madrid Atletico won the Spanish League Title in a playoff against Barcelona. This part of Spain is very excited about that. This is all about fútbol mind you. It's Spain and fútbol is the name of the game.
The Plaza was humming. And tonight I will be very glad my room is an interior room. I will be able to sleep. By the way, when I was writing about my room being small I didn't mean it was a dump or terrible. It's just small, cozy; but very comfortable for laying in bed reading mystery novels.
Those windows you see in the structure surrounding the Plaza are apartments. The ones under the flags are government offices. Two neighbors in the apartments were out on their balconies chatting this evening and I got a picture. It is a lovely evening in Salamanca. There was also a wedding party or reception in the Plaza. The tables were shaped in a horseshoe and covered with white table cloths. It was lovely.
My knee was feeling better today. I walked to the Crepería, to Smooy, and to the market. There was discomfort, but not pain. I have one more day of total rest, a full day of mostly rest, and a compression knee brace. So I'm looking forward to getting back out on the trail Tuesday for ten or eleven more days.
I had a good night's sleep. Woke up about eight iced my knee with the peas that I kept in the mini bar. They were cold, not frozen, but cold. I went downstairs for the breakfast buffet. The woman who works there is very nice. Every morning she asks me how my knee is and do I need more ice. She fills up my quart size zip lock bag before I leave. That's lasts in the mini bar until late afternoon, early evening.
There is something happening here that I don't understand, to misquote Bob Dylan. As I was walking down one of the main roads from the Plaza on my way to the market, an ambulance with its lights flashing, followed by a blue van, followed by a Red Cross (Cruz-Rojas,) moving slowly like a procession. Well, it's a part of the old town where cars are not allowed, except early in the morning for deliveries, so I'm thinking may this is just protocol when someone is being transported and time is not critical. But then, a military jeep pulls up stops and talks to some soldiers and then the jeep joins the procession. These are soldiers in combat fatigues, not riot gear. They are not Policia Local or Guardia Civil, they are military. I decided, I think wisely, not to take pictures. 
On my way back from my futile store search I noticed a protest of some sort was being organized in the little park and on the street/walkway. I took some pictures, but I couldn't translate the banner. If anyone out there can translate it, let me know.
I continued on my way and went through the Plaza. I heard the Happy song playing and went over to check it out. There were some people on the stage dancing to the music, in what had to be a well-rehearsed routine and children in the audience who had obviously witnessed the rehearsals, dancing along more or less in sync. There were also children and adults painting with poster paints on this long sheet of butcher paper attached to a wall of one of the temporary buildings housing the Book Fair. It all looked like great fun. I wonder if they will have electronic Kindle Fairs in the future.
More good news, my didn't hurt this morning. I'm still resting and icing all day today and most of the day tomorrow. Right now I'm listening to Vince Scully and watching the Dodgers on my IPhone. Amazing.
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