I jumped out of bed at 9:50AM and scrambled around like Speedy Gonzalez. With my eyes barely opened, I was out the door in 20 minutes. This is not how I typically like to travel. In general, I prefer my mornings slow and easy. A little ironic given that I grew up in NYC.
Clearly, my body was not used to this. Before my brain registered anything, I was on a train to Toledo leaving from Madrid’s Atocha Station and feeling supremely nauseous from the morning rush. I rubbed the crust out of my eyes, drank my first sip of water and finally caught my breath.
Boarding the train with five minutes to spare, I realized the big green blur I sped by was a tropical garden right in the middle of Atocha Station. I didn't even get a chance to appreciate it. Instead, I ended up sitting next to three French ladies who would NOT stop yapping. As soon as the train pulled into Toledo, I ran as fast as I could - again. Those 30 minutes were the longest and the most nauseous 30 minutes of my life.
The first thing on my mind after entering Toledo was food - any food. Heading straight into Toledo's market place, which used to be an Arabic meat market, I scanned the square for something familiar to help settle my stomach. The area was 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 Spain.
Iglesia De Los Jesuitas
Feeling a much better after some food, I set out to explore the town. First stop was The Iglesia De Los Jesuitas, which has a great panoramic view of Toledo. From the top of the tower, you can see a maze of cobblestone streets and narrow alleyways.
Santa Iglesia Catedral Primada
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’ve 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.