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.

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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.