Toledo at last

“My soul’s on fire, lifted higher by a higher love. I sur­render heart and soul, sac­ri­fice to a higer love…” (Depeche Mode)

Inter­est­ing. This was the first song that iTunes chose to play for me when I first relaxed in my pen­sion in Toledo.

I have still not quite found a wire­less net­work, so I’m sit­ting in a net café again. Mac­Stum­bler assures me there is one quite near my hostel, but the signal is weak and I feel like an idiot walk­ing around with the laptop open trying to find stronger signal.

I feel much, much hap­pier. Room to myself is vital to sanity and it’s only €1 more than the dorm­it­ory youth hostel this time rather than €13 more. I’m gonna cher­ish it while it’s still pos­sible. I doubt I’ll be able to afford it elsewhere.

I’m gonna do three dif­fer­ent posts I think to keep all the dis­cus­sion separate…

Reas­ons why Toledo is better than Barcelona:

Toledo does­n’t stink.
It’s sur­roun­ded by a river and it’s high up so you can see water without having to fight for space on a crowded, pebbly beach.
The cars actu­ally stop so you can cross the road.
You can *hear* the birds.
The top of the moun­tain breezes actu­ally make it cooler.
Marzipan.
old city walls.
Moor­ish arches.
Sit­ting in the Plaza Zocodover and star­ing at the world.
Artesan shops.
The knives… the knives!!!!