Tripping, Toledo, and Tour Guides

Things Francie and I do a lot: eat, laugh, walk and trip- we trip, slip and stumble a lot. It has really almost become a competition to see who does it most in one day. I definitely won today. This morning was an early start to a normal Saturday because we were headed to Toledo! And it being earlier than normal, we needed a double dose of the usual coffee so we stopped at McDonald's. Two American girls in shorts (when it isn't considered shorts season yet) bebopping through the park at an ungodly hour for a Saturday with their American brand McDonald's coffee will get you more weird looks than you could imagine. And we get our fair share of stares on a regular basis, but let me tell you today was another story entirely. 

Anyway, we got to the meeting point to leave for Toledo and were so proud of ourselves because we were one minute early and the first ones there- except we weren't because we were just at the wrong spot. No worries, our director happened to see us and showed us where we were actually meeting for Toledo. Toledo is the trademark image of what most people picture Europe/ Spain/ Madrid looking like: cobble stones, quaint houses, terraces overflowing with flowers. It is somethin' else. 

We spend most of the day following our tour guide, who takes her job a little too seriously (same one mentioned earlier in the post about the Reina Sofia museum), around in Toledo. When we weren't with her we were eating, exploring, getting lost and tripping over cobble stones. And Toledo is a great place to do all of the above. When we were back with the guide, we had to make our own fun- which Fran and I are pretty good at (at least in our opinion). But by the end of a day of a lot of walking and tour guide blabbing, our feet were tired and we were ready to get on the bus to go home. We realized it was REALLY time to go home when Francie sat in ants not once but twice, got a big brown stain on her white shirt, and then tripped. Time to go home. 

We walked back home through Retiro, which was bustlin', got the usual amount of stares from the locals, and then got to our door where I realized I had forgotten the keys to the flat...and when we buzzed to be let in we realized no one was home. Classic move on my part. But not much later, precious Momacita Manny came home and made us dinner. Now we are about to go to sleep. And not wake up. For a long time- or at least till 7am tomorrow when we get up to venture to Alcalá de Henares. 

For those of you who might be wondering what our tour guide is like.....see for yourself. This is a very accurate account, brought to you by Disney Channel Cinema.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WV_6zUMlPUM

Buenas noches!

F & C

You can take the girl out of America but you can't take the America out of the girl. We love Mickey Ds.

We blend in with the locals, right? 

Toledo!

Making our own fun. Always. 

Picture perfect streets. 

That view...