Doing grievous harm to myself in Salamanca.
September 24th 2006 I’ve been so overwhelmed by kindness in Salamanca that I want to do myself grievous harm, like some medieval flagellant. Patrick and Karla have made a point of shepherding me around town, plying me with drinks and objecting fiercely when I even start to reach for my wallet. The fact that Karla tends bar hardly helps matters. There’s a beer waiting for me before I’ve even had time to take a
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