Zamora

Day 36
I was up pretty early so I decided to go ahead with my plan to visit Zamora. The rude man was behind the counter again, but I came prepared because I had studied my guidebook and learned what I needed to get the ticket. While I was on the bus the woman sitting behind me kept knocking me on the back of the head, hard. I cried out ‘ouch’ very loudly on 5th or 6th hit. She never even apologized.

When I first got off of the bus I couldn’t understand why anyone would recommend this place, it was just so very generic and dirty. Then I stumbled upon the old city. The whole thing was walled and it was quite amazing. There were very few cars or people about. I really felt like I might have stumbled back in time.



By sheer luck I found the tourist office. Here I picked up loads of information on the town, but everything would be closing for siesta shortly. The only thing I could visit was the Cathedral, and I would only have 40 minutes for that.



I breezed through the museum a bit. I tend to only like religious art in its natural habitat. There was a rather impressive collection of tapestries. The cathedral itself was quite nice. One of the chapels was covered in murals of familiar bible stories. Noah was there as was Jonah and the whale. Most of the chapels had a green looking Jesus on a cross. Each one was more gory than the next, making me wonder if it was some sort of competition.



When I left the cathedral I grabbed lunch while I poured over all of the information that I had picked up at the tourist office. Nothing really inspired me to wait around until 6 pm when siesta would be over here. I got back on the bus and headed to Salamanca.



It was still siesta when I got back and I picked up some food on the way back to my hostal. I mean to go out and check out a salsa club that the girls I met the night before had recommended. This never quite happened. I had been reading a book called Saints and Soldiers and decided to stay in and finish it. It was a good book, what can I say?