Toledo taught me that those charming cobblestone streets are torture for feet if you’re walking on it all day.
I jumped out of bed at 9:50 AM and scrambled around like Speedy Gonzalez. With my eyes barely opened, I was out the door in 20 minutes to catch a train at Atocha Station.
Running around like a chicken without its head, I rushed passed a tropical garden in the center of Atocha Station and didn’t even get a chance to appreciate it. I boarded with five minutes to spare and ended up sitting next to three French ladies who could NOT stop yapping. When the train pulled into the station, I ran as fast as I could.
Toledo’s market place used to be an Arabic meat market. Now, it’s surrounded by cafes, bakeries, souvenir shops and a McDonald’s. I stopped at one of the cafes and ordered a tuna salad croissant, lemon juice and a shots of espresso coffee for breakfast. It was the cheapest and tastiest meal I had in Madrid.
The Iglesia De Los Jesuitas has a great panoramic view of Toledo. From the top of the chuck, you’ll see a maze of cobblestone streets and narrow alleyways. The Cathedral of Toledo, also known as the Santa Iglesia Catedral Primada, is the most popular attraction and one of the most intricately detailed cathedrals I have ever seen.
There was a lot of walking in Toledo, which allowed me to gain a new found appreciation for pavement. Sure, cobblestone streets might be charming but they are not pretty on the feet. Towards the end of the day, every step was a shot of pain.