Unfortunately, I was not allowed to take pictures inside the cathedral, so I can only post pictures from the outside. I did get one picture from inside (my two Spanish translators, J. Santiago y Victor assured me that it was O.K. without a flash), but I was quickly greeted with, “No fotos!!!!!!” by the security guard. At least I was able to capture a picture of St. Christopher, the patron saint of travel. Perhaps he will continue to guide us on our many travels.
Saint Christopher:

The Cathedral:



We then walked to get tapas at a restaurant. On the way, J. Santiago and I chatted with Miguel Cervantes, author of Don Quixote:

I also had an unfortunate incident where I walked through dog urine in flip-flops. That is a huge downside to a city made of stone with no grass. The animals tend to do their business wherever they please!
After lunch, Victor went home for a siesta, and J. Santiago and I decided to walk around. Victor informed us, “You are crazy! Only tourists are out that late in the afternoon!” Being the tourist that I am, I jumped at the opportunity to see the streets of Toledo a little less crowded due to the heat (100 degrees). It was hot, but worth it. Then again, I don’t know if I would suffer the heat like that again…Maybe I am becoming a little more Spanish? :)
Our Afternoon Stroll:

J. Santiago explaining that these corner extensions were built hundreds of years ago to deter robbers from hiding in dark corners:

We returned to Victor’s and got ready to go to Escalona, Victor’s hometown, to see his parents and sister.
The famous castle in Escalona that is across from Victor’s sister’s pastry shop:
The famous castle in Escalona that is across from Victor’s sister’s pastry shop:

Nighttime view of the castle from Victor’s parents’ house:

Hanging out on the terrace:

Hanging out at the outdoor bar owned by Victor’s sister (notice the castle behind us):

While in Escalona, we met several very friendly people. At a small bar, we met a man who reminds you of someone from a movie. He was very jovial and always wanted to pay for drinks, food, etc. At the restaurant, our waiter surprised us by sitting down at our table and speaking in excellent English. He had lived in London for two years and worked as a waiter. He told us many funny stories about his travels through Scotland and the United States, including being robbed in New York City from West Side Story-like gang members in pink jackets! We had a great time in Escalona and really enjoyed meeting the friendly, welcoming people.

Putas... i hate you both! :-P
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