Day 67
Day 67
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Salamanca, Spain
I woke up too ate to get breakfast today, opting for a shower instead. It was raining as I walked the two blocks to Plaza Mayor where we were to meet Lynn and Damian. We took shelter in the cathedral which was had a bizarre layout with chapels all around the edges and the nave sandwiched between a large stone monument in the back of the church and a fenced off altar area. Lynn and Damian gave us an impromptu guerrilla design charrette with the premise that a terrorist attack destroyed the doors at the entrance of the church. It was our task to redesign them. We stood sketching in the church as Lynn and Damian tried to find a dry place to have or “lessons.” We critiqued our Bilbao design charettes in the courtyard of a neighboring university building that had some tables in it. We broke for lunch and Jake, Josh and I ended up eating in a very nice but completely abandoned restaurant. It was weird being alone in a subterranean restaurant being served by an old man (probably the proprietor) in a tuxedo. After that we returned back to the courtyard and Lynn gave us a brief history lesson in Spanish history, and we also critiqued our door design charette. I went back to the hotel to read for a while because it was too rainy to do much else that day.
That night Lynn and Damian gave us an assignment to go out and party with college students. We went to a Dutch pub for dinner and a few beers before going to a club. The club was almost empty when we got there but since there were 11 of us we kind of brought a party. After buy one get one gin and tonics the bartender gave us all another free round to keep us around as more people finally started to show up. We danced for a while and met some cool Norwegian girls. Finally it was decided that we should go to another club. I somehow ended up walking there with Erik and the next think I knew we were in a fistfight. After I came to my senses and left the fight I went back to the hotel and went up to wash off my bloody nose. When I looked in the mirror I realized how bad it must have looked to the receptionist downstairs. There was blood pouring all down my face. I washed it off cursing Erik for almost breaking my nose and went to sleep.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Salamanca, Spain
I woke up too ate to get breakfast today, opting for a shower instead. It was raining as I walked the two blocks to Plaza Mayor where we were to meet Lynn and Damian. We took shelter in the cathedral which was had a bizarre layout with chapels all around the edges and the nave sandwiched between a large stone monument in the back of the church and a fenced off altar area. Lynn and Damian gave us an impromptu guerrilla design charrette with the premise that a terrorist attack destroyed the doors at the entrance of the church. It was our task to redesign them. We stood sketching in the church as Lynn and Damian tried to find a dry place to have or “lessons.” We critiqued our Bilbao design charettes in the courtyard of a neighboring university building that had some tables in it. We broke for lunch and Jake, Josh and I ended up eating in a very nice but completely abandoned restaurant. It was weird being alone in a subterranean restaurant being served by an old man (probably the proprietor) in a tuxedo. After that we returned back to the courtyard and Lynn gave us a brief history lesson in Spanish history, and we also critiqued our door design charette. I went back to the hotel to read for a while because it was too rainy to do much else that day.
That night Lynn and Damian gave us an assignment to go out and party with college students. We went to a Dutch pub for dinner and a few beers before going to a club. The club was almost empty when we got there but since there were 11 of us we kind of brought a party. After buy one get one gin and tonics the bartender gave us all another free round to keep us around as more people finally started to show up. We danced for a while and met some cool Norwegian girls. Finally it was decided that we should go to another club. I somehow ended up walking there with Erik and the next think I knew we were in a fistfight. After I came to my senses and left the fight I went back to the hotel and went up to wash off my bloody nose. When I looked in the mirror I realized how bad it must have looked to the receptionist downstairs. There was blood pouring all down my face. I washed it off cursing Erik for almost breaking my nose and went to sleep.
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