This is our last day in Salamanca. We had more time to sleep this morning, because the culture class will be in the afternoon. Sonia was not in a position to teach us, and I miss her a lot. She told us many thoughts and origins that some Spanish people might not even know.
The first thing we did in the morning was the visit to the Museum of Spanish Civil War. I have heard some a part of this time period, but seeing the advertisement, slogans and posters is anything more convincing. Saying goodbye is always nothing easy. I thank all the those that had seemed in my life, and people days in Salamanca, like Rodrigo, Carmen, Bea and Alicia. I am clear about what I want presently, since I made a promise that I could be back one day.
I think I will absolutely miss my host mom when I return to varsity, and I know I will bear in mind her on every occasion I hear the word “Salamanca”. We went to the Flamenco class in the morning after class, and it was raining. Flamencos talk concerning the hardship of life. The movements and songs creates a blue feeling and the facial expressions of the performers are never happy. On any other hand, Sevilla is the contrary. Sevilla is ordinary in the southern a part of Spain and used as a celebration dance.
As we learn the dance, I realized how people in this nation love dancing. In the afternoon, we visited the Museum of Salamanca, which also belongs to the University of Salamanca. I was shocked in finding so many valuable old pieces which are important for revealing the culture of this nation. The things which are left behind from the time period deliver us many of the assistance of people’s life. The “silver” decoration external the main building was so superb that it is hard to consider how people built it.