Salamanca

In a park dappled with shade trees and open gantries. Ordering horchata and mango y pera smoothie. Somewhere in Salamanca, in the spray of thoss pavement fountains that toddlers love. Here in the middle of hundreds of kilometers of arid Castilian wheat-plains, which Laura calls the Wild West, with reference to dusty gas stations just off the Autovia de Castilia.