Toledo
All we really saw of Toledo was The View so utterly immortalized by Del Greco’s famous painting (which I think is in New York). It was a hazy day, and it rained in the night. Up to this point (and it was the very end of the trip), the weather was absolutely perfect.
We stayed at the Parador de Toledo, one of the chain of hotels that the Spanish government runs. It is a beautiful place with terraces that look out at The View, antiques, a lot of little luxuries, and prices much like the lay of the land (steep).
That's okay. We were ready for a little luxury, and we felt like we'd walked enough and seen enough cathedrals for a while.
So what didn't we do in Spain? Two things. We didn't go out to see Flamenco. I love dance performances, but I don't like to stay up that late. I consider it torture.
The other thing we didn't do was laundry. We were really filthy. I was starting to wonder if our house had burned down. I wondered if it had rained. I wondered how long the grass was. We were worried that the Resident had given up on us and moved away. It was time to go home. But what a great trip.