I'm here, and it's beautiful!

I'm finally in Salamanca! It is genuinely the most gorgeous city I've ever been to, and I can't quite believe I get to stay here for a whole semester. I'm going to put up some pictures, but first I shall tell you about the journey:

I feel that this picture pretty much sums up my mental state through the whole journey as I'd had no sleep the night before (excitement/nerves/curry, they're probably all responsible!) but it did mean that I spent quite a lot of the journey asleep, much to the amusement of the Spanish gent opposite me on the train. Overall I managed to get to the hostel without a hitch, but by the time I'd got myself some dinner at a mates flat delirium was well and truly setting in so it was definitely early to bed for a 10 hour kip!

Today I took a nice big stroll around the city, which as I said, is absolutely gorgeous:

 This is a picture of the languages building that I took last night, definitely beats Jessop West I feel!

And this is the big pretty church opposite :D

I did also notice that there's quite a lot of graffiti in Salamanca, some of it is the usual anarchist symbols/names or whatever but some is rather sweet and poignant!

Then there's the Plaza Mayor, the main square:

Then I look a walk in one of the big parks: Parque de las Jesuitas, which is HUGE, and has pretty fountains and an excersise circuit, there's definitely no excuse to get unfit while I'm here :)

Especially as I think I've found a rugby team here, and where they train! The most exciting part of my walk was finding this:

 The funniest part of my walk was finding this sign next to it:

"Pisar" actually means 'to step' i.e ''keep off the Rugby pitch'' but either way, they've definitely got thier priorities right!
The last part of my self-guided tour was the river, which has probably become my favourite part of the city already:

Tomorrow we've got an Erasmus meeting, which hopefully means by the end of tomorrow I'll know what I'm meant to be doing, and I've also got a big list of numbers of people (from telephone boxes!) with (hopefully) free rooms in flats that I can move into, so with any luck my next post will be full of exciting things like what I'm studying and what my flat looks like. It's more likely me posting about how streesed I am about trying to register and timetables and stuff and worrying that no one wants to live with me or something, but a girl can dream, right?

Now if you don't mind, I have some people to harrass about flats. Although harrass is perhaps not the right word to make sure they let me live there... :S