
On our first night in Toledo, we arrived too late to scope out much of the city. We didn’t want to miss the sunset after all the rain we’d had in the North, so we walked along the road until we came to a little east-facing park. Here we were rewarded with a rich sunset that used every shade of orange.
The second evening, we walked down to the bridge, Puenta del Rey. A path descended from there, running along the Teja river. People were fishing, eating picnic dinners, and even rock climbing. At the end of the path, we found a ferry or barco, so we grabbed a quick dinner, and came back to the ferry for sunset.

The barco was a simple box that ran from bank to bank along a cable. Geese paddled alongside looking for handouts. The barco operator was quite friendly and told us to be back by 9 pm or we would have to find a taxi. We crossed and climbed to the top of the opposite bank by 8pm.
The sunset was subdued this time of year, because of the angle of the sun. We hiked up the hill a bit further, to the highest point on the ridge, where we were able to look down on the city as the sun dropped. The bars along the upper bank were beginning to fill as we caught the barco back to town.

In the plaza, we nibbled on Toledo’s famous mazapan and cookies we had purchased from the nuns. We had some wine from the bottle Alex and Carissa had given us. A little boy came up to our bench and spoke Spanish with Kelly. And then snorted like a pig with Ryan. Apparently these noises cross any language and cultural barriers.