We headed south from Madrid and arrived in an ancient city called Toledo. It was an impressive place perched on top of a hill and surrounded by a river. It already looked and felt heavy with history as we drove into it to find a parking spot near our accommodation. We knew we couldn’t drive into the city, but we also didn’t know that everything was reserved for locals only.
Thankfully, the lovely owners let us park our rental in front of their building for the night, but if they didn’t, we would have had to park our car very far away. After consulting the tourist map that the man gave us, we found one public parking area located down the hill. Although there were escalators and a public bus to take you up and down the hill, we were so glad we didn’t have to waste our time and energy worrying about that for just an overnight stay.
In contrast to the big and modernized Madrid, it was when we arrived in Toledo that we discovered how different our tummies ticked in comparison to the locals. Restaurant kitchens didn’t serve hot food for lunch until it was 2pm and dinner only just started to begin after 8pm.
In our hour of hungry desperation, we managed find a fast food place serving hamburgers at noon. Let’s just say that our amateur palates did not understand the taste of Iberian ham slices which were generously wedged inside two toasted buns instead of patties.
One particular moment which stayed long in our memories was standing by the window of a rooftop café located on the eighth floor of the library. Although the windows and balcony doors were locked, the views over the city were still beautiful. Plus, the entrance into the library was free and coffees only one euro each.
However, the best moment was when we were sitting on the cliff edge overlooking the city that evening talking about the things we did and truly listening to each other’s words.