No, seriously. Tell me.
I just don’t get it.
I’m about to take you on a photographic journey of Toledo.
This is due to 2 reasons:
- We only spent half a day there
- I was in a rotten mood and therefore was neither enchanted nor impressed with this city
There. I said it. (ducking as stones are thrown) I really feel like I’ve committed a huge sin.
BUT! I do know many people who love Toledo, so I really do hate that my perception of it is marred. I just didn’t really know what to do there besides walk around, stewing in my foul disposition, which made said walking around an arduous process.
Oh dear Toledo, will you forgive me my trangressions and grant me a chance to court you once again?
I DO know that Toledo was the capital before Madrid. What were they thinking? Like it was ever not an option to make Madrid the shining star. I also know that El Greco lived there. We went to his house. Sure did. Ok I think it was actually a replica, which is kinda lame. But we got to see what it was “like” for El Greco to “live” in Toledo, which I suppose works the same way.
fake house. real girl.
It’s rumoured (<– I spelled it the British way by accident. WTH?) that marzipan originated in Toledo. I had to try it to verify if this was correct. My findings were inconsequential.
i smiled for the photo. then went back to scowling
pensive
So. Who loves Toledo?
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Toledo looks beautiful! So what if there’s nothing to “do” – what beautiful sights!
you’re right. i should have just found a patio and drank spanish wine all day!