Yesterday I came back from a small road trip to the Golden Stone city: Salamanca. London’s nonexistent summer combined to the homesickness that I recently started to feel made the fact that I had to go even more pleasing. The real reason behind such a treat was that Spain’s best printers (and tapas) are located here. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have left my creative cave where most of my book is slowly becoming a reality.
The plan was to meet my potentially final printing company on Monday and in an attempt to enjoy life I took Sunday out too. To be honest, I normally don’t take any days out, not even Sundays. Dealing with guilt has been one of the most challenging aspects of founding my own company. Walking under the sun, eating food that tastes like food and stimulating my eyes with new architecture has put me in an extremely cheerful mood. I am unsure if what I need from time to time is change or that I just love Spain more than I dare to admit. Spaniard’s effortless love can be felt everywhere; in a smile from an artist, a sudden joke from the waiter and the laughter of an unknown person who helped you find an astronaut in the façade of a cathedral – just to name a few. It’s a shame , I think to myself, that such a beautiful country in which I’ve been so happy made it so difficult for me to fulfill my professional dreams.
Salamanca, the city with Spain’s oldest university (the third in the world), has not one but two cathedrals. The first time I visited, aged 12 or 13, I was in awe of such majestic religious buildings, just as I was now. However, I didn’t know then that I would later be able to build similar things as an adult. What will I be able to do in the future that I can’t now? What will have changed next time I visit? All of a sudden, I start being very grateful for what I have now.
On Monday I had the meeting. After we designed all the remaining aspects of the materials and finishings, they showed me around the heavy machinery. I admit I wasn’t even paying attention to what they were saying but I kept nodding as we checked machine after machine. In my head, a month had passed and my book was the one being printed. When we arrived at the last one, my heart was already in the day I will hold my first printed guide and adrenaline was flowing fast through my veins. What a happy way to finish the trip.
Check these amazing spots of Salamanca on the map below: