Toledo.

Thursday morning I was up at 0500 again. With bum and thigh cramps and tired dry feet I made my way to the train station. It was not a direct journey. Sevilla- Madrid then Madrid- Toledo. I was completely knocked out in the train and slept for the whole journey. You can therefore imagine the state of my twisted neck when I woke up. Not nice.

At Madrid I was invaded by young Catholics from around the world. Literally. The Pope was arriving the following day and crowds were flowing through the station. I was hoping I'd loose them on my way to my next train but I was prooven very wrong. There were three enormous groups taking my train too.  One from LA, Australia and Syria. I obviously got the ones from LA in my wagon. Let's say it woke me up.

After an exhausting 20 minutes of American accent from Los Angeles I finally arrived at Toledo. The train station (top picture) was stunning and so was the city. Here is a picture of Toledo I stole from Google.