On Sunday night everyone decided to go to the gluten free restaurant (I like to think in honour of my return) and I feasted until I couldn't eat another crumb. Cannelloni, beer and chocolate covered cream filled profiteroles!! My poor neglected stomach was in heaven indulging in all these foods it probably thought it would never enjoy again. Monday night was of course Cien Montadillos where beers were 1.50 a pint and tapas were 50 cents each. Tuesday was Martijns surprise birthday celebration- ill get to that in a minute. Wednesday was the pub quiz which had become part of the routine in my absence so I was determined to participate and help us win, but unfortunately we had to settle for 3rd place after leading the entire way through and getting defeated in the final round on a Spanish music round. Thursday was cerverceria for 6 beer buckets and then montadillos to get more drunk before going out to Gatsby's and then Niebla. Friday varied and this week we found a new tapas bar with gluten free options which had amazing food, and I think this too may become a staple in the routine. I visited all my favourite places that I had become so accustomed to and it was nice to enjoy them all for one last round plus find a few new gluten free gems.
Now the real occasion of my week. Martijns big 18th birthday. His Dutch housemates (who arrived in my two weeks away but who I love!) planned a surprise party and invites everyone but the boys and I were on distracting duty. We planned to go bowling which was actually not just a distraction but really fun! Martijn started out terribly but somehow fluked a win, Felix took out the second round, and although I came third out of 4 I managed a double strike on my last bowl, so I was happy too! We went and got a tapas each to delay further and then Felix remembered he had forgotten his jacket so we had to go back to Martijns to get it. We walked in and the girls epically failed on the surprise and were still I'm the process of blowing up balloons and in our surprise entrance forgot to even shout surprise! I jumped in and yelled surprise and despite it being a bit of shambles I think he really appreciated the effort, the fridge full of beers and the fact that everyone was there to celebrate his special day. We sat around chatted, played drinking games, and dined on Brie cheese and salt and vinegar chips. The night was filled with fun and laughter and all 15 of us were having such a good time we didn't even leave the apartment until 2am. Disappointingly, a lot of people said adios at this point and didn't continue on for the rager we had planned, and that technically I had returned to Salamanca for. The usual suspects were keen however, aka me and the boys so we hit up Gatsby's for 12 shots at 6 euros and soon we all too drunk to function. I took myself home and missed out on a Camelot session but in hindsight I'm very glad, nothing good ever happens after 4am and I needed sleep.
On Friday night everyone came along for dinner for a farewell which was so sweet and I promised to visit them all, and I definitely will! I hate goodbyes and after loads of cuddles the girls and I agreed to get breakfast for a second goodbye as well. In the end, they even walked to the bus station with me and Rory also met us there for the final goodbye, third time lucky! I waved goodbye for as long as I could see them and for a final time to Sally, the place I've felt most at home this trip and restarted life as a solo traveller.
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