We spent the day wandering through the old town. It was a beautiful day, chilly but sunny. We snapped pictures, exchanged travel stories, and toured the armory museum. The city is quite famous for its swords. Did you know the swords used in the Lord of the Rings were made in Toledo? The city is perched beautifully on a mountaintop, with scenic views on all sides and surrounded on three of those sides by the Targus River.
It was with sore feet and a satisfaction that comes from hours of walking that I flopped onto the bus seat to head back to Madrid. The day was refreshing and cheerful, with a pinch of history. I was reminded of the differences between travelling with Americans versus Spaniards, and I smiled to myself. The countless times of feeling strange or outnumbered with Spanish friends was absent today. I knew Toledo would feel familiar, but I had not anticipated the familiarity of being with people who share both spoken and unspoken language, something which I have been deprived of recently. It was a perfect Sunday.