Toledo is a small city we stopped by on our way back to Granada. After an uncomfortable nap on the bus*, I got to wake up to this view... not bad if you ask me
There was not a great deal in Toledo, hence why we were only there for half a day. One of its major sites is the El Greco painting, "The Burial of Count Orgaz" which is currently in a small church/museum close to El Greco's home (he obviously doesn't live there now, since he died in 1614)
Toledo is also known for their famous marzapan, which here, was used to replicate part of the Catedral de Toledo (¡Guay!). I had never tried it before, but needless to say, this is by far the best marzapan I'm sure I will ever have; and no I did not eat that church (although I wouldn't put it past me)
We stopped by the Catedral de Toledo and as usual, no photos allowed. This time I wasn't even yelled at by the security, but rather, my tour guide. Puta...
The church actually had some really cool architecture, unfortunately, you will have to Google Image it to see it. Sorry!**
But fun fact, this is actually the city where Holy Toledo was created. Sorry Ohio, no luck on this one; but they did give Ohio a small shout out and named a street, Calle Toledo Ohio
After wandering through the windy narrow alleys and finding the best places for marzapan, we headed back on to the bus. Of course, I fell asleep in the back seat. When I woke up, the bus had stopped and I looked out the back window to see where we were. I couldn't see a road because the back of the bus was on the edge of a cliff (without this fence) and this is all I saw...
Where in God's name are we?? I thought we had landed on another planet... Small panic attack since normally I can tell the difference between my dreams and reality.
Turns out, we were at the site of one of the scenes in the famous novel of Don Quixote
A little creepy, but actually quite cool. There was about 10 windmills surrounded only by arid land. If there was ever a definition of the middle of nowhere, this was it. Bucknell just got one-upped...
After a weeks worth of traveling and having possibly one of the worst bus drivers ever (I thought people knew how to drive manual cars here?), there was a small relief in heading back to Granada. Granted it was back to my bed that's made of mush, its what home is for this semester. And nothing beats being home...
Of course, I found another definition of home the following weekend when I headed to Florence to see a few*** loves of my life...get excited!!!
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* MY GOD, this man's job is to drive buses. You would think after driving a manual bus for a living, he would be pretty good right? WRONG. I could have driven the bus better than him, without arms. He managed to shift like a bucking bronco while maxing out at 40 miles an hour; Vespas passed us... Talk about nausea to the 10th degree...
** I know what am I good for if I cannot provide you with a description or pictures of the places I saw? I don't even know how to respond to that answer...
***few meaning - unfortunately - not all the loves of my life. There's a few of them stateside who I cannot wait to reunite with!
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