Saturday, November 23, 2013

Toledo!

Holy guacamole. Toledo, Spain is the most incredibly beautiful place I have ever seen in my entire life. Not exaggerating at all.  

First of all, the streets are all cobblestone and tiny, which is just adorable as heck.  Then you have shiny swords and glittering gold jewelry in every shop window.  Next, the smells.  Alcalá smells like dog poop.  EVERYWHERE.  Toledo smells like delicious desserts mid-bake. Yum.  And finally, Toledo has the largest cathedral in Spain and it is breathtaking. 

So we begin:

The first stop was ironically the place where I supposed to meet an old friend, Margaret, but only hours later.  That was a major fail.  Even bigger fail was the fact that she was actually in the plaza at the time I was and we didn't realize it.  Impressive, right? Right.


Plaza de Zocodover


My knight in shining armor for the day. 


SWORDS EVERYWHERE

Continuing along the tiny streets with our handy dandy tour guide, Javier, who also happens to double as my art and museums professor, we come across this lovely street sign.  The thing about street signs in Spain is that they are ridiculously small and you have to know where to look for them.  Sometimes they are completely hidden by tree branches, other times they are on the wrong side of buildings.  It's a guessing game really.  But this one, this one is the best.  Calle de Toledo de Ohio.  That's right folks, a little bit of home right here in Spain (well besides McDonald's and Taco Bell).  Pretty cool if I do say so myself. 


Calle de Toledo de Ohio

 The typical sweet from Toledo is called Mazapán. It sort of looked like a little piece of fudge with bread on top but it tasted more like really dense bread with sugar and almonds in it.  Not my favorite thing ever, but definitely worth a taste for it's fame.  


Little Nuns in a shop window making Mazapan. 

Next we ventured into el Museo de Sefardí.  This museums commemorates the time when Spain was inhabited with Jewish people.  It's actually very sad and a good history to be familiar with.  Long story short: The Jews lived in Spain.  They were happy.  Yay.  Along come Los Reyes Catolícos who decided Christianity was much better.  Hence the inquisition in 1492.  All the Jews were forced to either leave Spain, convert to Christianity (which was the same as Catholicism at this point in time.. the church had not split yet into protestants and catholics), or be killed.  Yea, rude.  So this museum has different things about Jewish traditions and what not as well as tombs from Jewish cemeteries.  This is the saddest part in my opinion: After the Jews were forced to leave Spain, the Spanish people took there tombs and made them into troughs for their animals.  No respect whatsoever.  This inscription says that after so much time and so much hardship for the Jewish people, there is no way to tell the difference between the grave of nobleman (Spaniard) and the grave of a slave (Jew).  Beautifully said. 


Inscription with the Jewish tombs


Old architecture in the museum

The next stop was el Monasterio de San Juan de los Reyes.  This monastery was built by la Reina Isabel de Castilla and el Rey Fernando de Aragón (the kings during the time of Christopher Columbus and the new world).  It was very beautiful inside and out, but unfortunately, we didn't spend very much time here or talk very much about it. 


Say hello to Javier, the best photo bomber in the world.  I literally have to retake over half of my photos because his bald head pops up in them. 


Incredible statue.


The patio

At this point in time we enjoyed our packed lunches and had some free time to walk around the shops.  I purchased a few things for a few certain people.  I'm so excited for Christmas!!!

And finally, we were able to enjoy the cathedral.  It is the largest cathedral in Spain and, in my opinion, the prettiest as well.  


Seriously, just gawk at it. 


These are the doors used when there is Mass.  The stain glass was unbelievable.  


That floating object under the cross is the hat of an archbishop who's tomb is directly below it.  There is a leyenda (legend) that says the alma (soul) of the archbishop remains in purgatory until the hat falls. 


La Custodia- this is where the Eucharist is held during processionals. 


Coronas (crowns)


This crystal rock is a gift from Toledo, Ohio to Toledo, Spain.  How thoughtful.


The choir


The altar.. breathtaking. 


 My computer sucks, but you get the idea here.  It's a painting titled "The Last Judgment" and while explaining it to us, Javier sand "It's the final countdown.. Na na na na.  Na na na na na."  It was quite entertaining.  


And now, the Puente de San Martín and the wonderful views from all around it.  This is where you enter into the city from the train station. So awesome. 


Tajo, the longest river in Spain. 


el puente (bridge)


My favorite picture from the entire day. Awesome. 

So yea.  That was my wonderful trip to Toledo.  And although I was unable to steal a sword for my uncle Kevin or meet up with Margaret, I still enjoyed it immensely.  

Here's a picture of my little Nugget, Chi Chi.  She's wonderful.  And obviously the world's cutest napper. 


This was after I sang "Halo" to her about five times.  We had a rough day.

I'm off to Paris in a few days for an all-nighter I'm sure I'll never forget. Wish me luck!

Happy reading. Stay Excellent, ME.






Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Madrid, Taco Bell, and Birthdays!

Blogging is hard.  And unless you have ever attempted to blog regularly, or even at all, you have no right to judge me for taking so long to post again.  So there.  Get off my back.

This past weekend Jody, Jenika, and myself ventured back to Madrid to go inside the Palacio Real.  This palace has over 2000 rooms in it and was originally built for the King and his family to live in.  However, the current King and his family chose not to live there because his father told him the food was always cold by the time the staff carried it from the kitchen to the dining room.  (See Mother, I am learning things!)  So we returned to Madrid and paid a discounted 6 euros to walk through and see 20 or so of the rooms in the palace.  Although we were not permitted to take pictures, you know me and my type of people.  Of course we snapped a few!  And we had all intentions (Fun fact: I couldn't remember the word intentions and I paused for solid minute or so trying to think of it.  I'm losing my English mind.  And Spanish for that matter. Ugh.)  of taking more photos, UNTIL a snotty little Chinese lady saw us and we got really nervous and ran away.  I'm pretty sure the security team followed us from then on out, but I could have just been a little paranoid.  

However, I am great at googling things and stealing pictures from online.  So here are a few of the rooms I was fortunate enough to walk through and see:


La escalera principal, this is what you see when you walk up the stairs upon entering.  


La salón de Trono


La Real Amería 


Who is that cutie? Oh, that's me. :)


Jody, Jenika, and myself. Thanks to other tourists for the kind photo!


La catedral which is across from the palace

It was really neat to see the rooms where royals have dined, drank tea, or simply relaxed.  I was annoyed that I couldn't take pictures though.  As you can imagine.

Immediately following our tour of the palace, we set off on our trek to find Taco Bell.  After starting off on a bad foot by walking for 15 minutes in the wrong direction, you would think we would maybe see the bad omen and go home.  NOPE.  We walked, and we walked, and we walked some more.  Asked several people to make sure we were still on track, and finally, with shaky legs, we saw the Taco Bell sign up ahead.  It was magical.  


And suddenly, I felt it.  The explosion beginning in my stomach.  How could something I love so much, hurt me so bad?  We found the nearest metro, hopped on the train, and I began the process of questionable burping.  Yes, very questionable.  But that wasn't the worst part.. Jody.  Poor, poor Jody.  I will not go into details, but it involved a weird bathroom dance for 10 minutes and sprinting through the crowded metro station to the bathroom.  There were almost tears, but we made it out alive.  And Jenika was just fine in case you were wondering.  Jerk.  

And now.  I must discuss a few great birthdays.  

First, it was this weirdo's birthday the other day.  


I don't usually claim people who dress like that, but in this case, I applaud the dedication for a half price (or whatever the discount is) burrito at chipotle.  I applaud, because I would do anything for a chipotle burrito bowl right now.  ANYTHING.  (Except eat taco bell again.  That's the shit I won't do.)  He's great.  Everyone should love him.  

Next, I have to admit that I am the worst daughter on the planet.  Want to know why? I missed my Pappy's birthday.  I SWEAR I PUT IT IN MY CALENDAR ON NOVEMBER 16TH.  But nope, I put it on the calendar as the 17th, and therefore missed his birthday.  But it wasn't just any birthday.  It was his 50th birthday.  Yea.  I can hear the awe's coming from your mouth.  It was terrible.  Worst part: I got called out on it before I could fix it.  Yep.  Worst.  Daughter.  Ever.  



However, there was a surprise coming in the mail the whole time, so technically I still win. BLEH! 

Happy birthday, family.

More to come soon!  We have a day trip to Toledo on Friday, a day trip to el Escorial (google it) on Saturday, an overnight-ish trip to Paris next Tuesday, Thanksgiving (American style) on Thursday, and a trip to Switzerland next weekend! 

Happy reading.  Stay Excellent, ME.