Toledo
It’s a shame they let cars in this city.
Toledo reminded me of Italy.
Toledo has a very
Spanish feel to it with its age and architecture.
Have lots of cool damascene stuff here and they traffic in swords and daggers too.
Breathtaking, real taste of Spain.
I’ve never seen so many swords in my life.
. . . I would have done without the other tourists.
It reminded me of all those old movies . . . Cary Grant could have walked around the corner at any moment.
After the industrial landscapes of Alcala and the urban sprawl of Madrid, Toledo meant something entirely different than the Spain I thus far known.
I felt kind of like a pest (especially when we found “Bloody Tourists” carved in the sidewalk and stood over it taking pictures).
Toledo seemed to me very beautiful, full of swords and things to see and its Parador is incredible—I’ve never seen anything like it.
Toledo really seems to be a tourist trap—there were stores with those plates and that jewelry (I’m sure no other description is needed) around every corner.
I thought it was annoying that the employees at the stores would revert to English if you hesitated in your answer in Spanish.
Seeing Toledo was quite a contrast to being in Alcala de Henares.
This is what I always imagined when I thought of Spain . . . I would love to live here.