University of Salamanca

It was at the time that Don Ferrando, the renowned Duke d'Alva, was sent into the Low Countries in 1568.

I then following the current of my desire, leaving the University of Salamanca, whither my parents had sent me, without giving notice to any of my friends, got through France to Antwerp, where I arrived in a mean condition.

For having sold my books, bedding, and other things, which yielded me about thirty ducats, and borrowed twenty more of my father's friends, I bought a little nag, wherewith I travelled more thriftily than usually young gentlemen do, till arriving within a league of Antwerp, some of the cursed guesses set upon me and bereaved me of my horse, money, and all.

So I was forced through necessity to enter into the service of Marshal Cosse, a French nobleman, whom I served in an honourable employ, though mine enemies, to my disgrace affirm, I was his horsekeeper's boy.

He was brought to their bar and asked where he had graduated.

He answered, at the University of Salamanca.

This was no new instance of his mendacity and effrontery.

His Salamanca degree had been, during many years, a favorite theme of all the Tory satirists from Dryden downwards, and even on the Continent the Salamanca doctor was a nickname in ordinary use.

I was-- Such an incredible experience at the age of 16, 17, to spend 10 months there and, and learning some Spanish.

That carried, uh, uh, on into undergraduate, where I studied in Spain for a year at the University of Salamanca.

And then, of course, in grad school, I went to France.

I switched from Spanish and added French, and did a summer in Rouen, in lower Normandy, uh, along the Seine.

They found him in Father Pedro Ibafiez, first theologian of the Convent of St. Dominic.

He had been professor at the University of Salamanca and was a great student.

He was, moreover, revered in Avila as a saint.

When Teresa and Dona Guimar exposed their plans to him, having asked for a week to think it over, he spent the time in prayer.