Una Gran Bella Veritá

Vasiljon Cobo
July 5, 2013
The less glamorous side of hopping from one airport to the next. In Milano keeping alive my tradition of taking a picture with any Angolan flag that comes my way. My aunt at the Hellenistic city of Apollonia, in Albania. In Greece, being as silly as one can be with my cousins and their friends. Athens' riviera. Two pictures of Salamanca, left one when I got there and rigth one when I left. The beach of Durres, Albania. The Temple of Debod in Madrid. Espartero with his "famous" horse. Sarah giving out some heart-warming "Most Likely To" awards. The Greek Sexological Institute, didn't know that existed. Il Duomo in Milan, Italy. After taking history, administration and linguistic classes it was a very cool experience to accidentally walk by the Cervantes Institute, which is a nice mix of those three things. Thusly I leave Greece,  in dramatic fashion and horrible lighting; seriously, last good picture I was able to take that night. The national park of Llogara, or Llogora; the world will never know. Madrid's inferior (to Salamanca's that is) main square. A view of the city of Madrid with a couple having their picture taken in the foreground. My hometown of Patos in Albania at night. Puerta de Atocha from the inside. The beach of Seman and it's unforgettable emerged trees. The Senate in Spain, another thing I studied that I got to see in person. Me fooling around in Apollonia. Street performer taking it to a whole new level in Milan. The field where I used to play youth league soccer as a child (I was no good). A boat made of water bottles, the 5L kind, performing daily trips to Florida, I assume. Typical scene of two old men at a cafe in Albania, with the minaret in the background. Me with my cousin who loved me oh so very much for the entire time I was there.

These pictures were taken in Spain, Italy, Greece and Albania in that order. After the semester was over I thought some more travelling throughout my dear Mediterranean was in order and so here we have this final post. I had a blast visiting my relatives in all these places, ate aplenty and made some great memories. I almost didn’t have time to miss my time in Salamanca, almost.

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<p><span style="color: rgb(29, 29, 29); font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; background-color: rgb(237, 237, 237);">I am a junior at Gettysburg College, double-majoring in Spanish and my very own Individual Study major. My one true love is my team: Juventus and while most days I&#39;m a completely rational being, there&#39;s a 2-hour window during the weekend where I am lost in the joy of fandom. I also play intramural soccer, with semi-finals being the best result so far (fingers-crossed for finals next year!!!!). Always a fan of arguing, I can also be spotted challenging people&#39;s beliefs or stances on a daily basis to spark interesting conversations. Never an avid reader, but more of a picky one, my favourite genre is historical fiction, preferably pre-medieval. Another hobby is singing which I do aloofly around people, so much so that I ended up singing for the Gospel Choir at Gettysburg College, though not being a believer.</span></p>

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