Spain, Part 1: Toledo

I have been putting off posting about Spain, mostly because the number of photos I have is overwhelming, but also because I told and re-told my trip story to so many people that I just wanted to crawl off by myself and enjoy my memories in peace. Alas, a month later, here I am.

So for those of you who are thinking, “Spain? Huh?,” I went to Spain for a week in March to attend the 8th International Fracture Mechanics of Concrete and Concrete Structures (FraMCoS-8) conference. My incredible boss, adviser, and chocolate supplier (all one person) had submitted a paper that I did some work on as an undergraduate so that I could attend and present a paper. He also came along, since it turns out he’s actually a fracture mechanics celebrity.

The city of Toledo.

The city of Toledo.

The conference was held just outside Toledo at the Universidad de Castilla-La Mancha. I had done zero research about the city before I left, and I was pleasantly surprised by the winding streets and walled-city ambiance, much like some of the cities I visited in Tuscany when I was eight.

Although it was sunny and warm while I was there, it was ALWAYS windy. But the air was welcome. Fresh. Foreign and smoky, with a hint of sweet near all the marzipan shops. I loved waking up early and going out for a walk, heading uphill into the sunshine, passing all the old men and their dogs. It was impossible to find my way in the city — my boss, his wife, and I spent many hours getting lost while looking for somewhere to eat. Some nights I ventured out and got lost on purpose, simply enjoying the walk and the buzz of the city around me.

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The Plaza Zocodover, the main plaza in the city.

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One of many narrow streets.

My days were measured by espresso. The café in Spain is like nothing you can get in America. I wish for it daily. I drank three or four a day. This particular cup (pictured below) I had in a chilly outdoor restaurant overlooking the city. Bliss.

I took eight years of Spanish, starting in 5th grade and continuing until my senior year of high school, but stopped when I came to college. As a result, my Spanish is slightly rusty, but it came back quickly — it had to, since I was the only person in our group who spoke Spanish, and someone needed to order the coffee.

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Cafe con leche.

I stayed in a small hotel just inside the entrance to the city. My room was small, but cozy, and I enjoyed speaking Spanish with the people at the front desk. Although I didn’t spend much time in my room (the allure of the city streets was too much), I would highly recommend this place to anybody looking to stay in Toledo.

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Hostel Puerta Bisagra

I would also highly recommend the city’s confections. This “magdalena de ratón” (mouse cupcake), with its little chocolate-covered-rice poopies, was scrumptious, and the perfect dessert after a glass of wine and a salad (incidentally the only greens I had in Spain…they’re big on meat there, but more on that later).

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Cupcake!

Often, we would walk until dark, listening to the church bells ring and stretching our legs after a long day of sitting in the conference.

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Just outside the city walls by an ancient bridge.

I felt so alive with the foreign night air on my face, the glow of the sun in the distance, surrounded by a different culture and an ancient city.

 

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Crescent moon on the rise.

 

Stay tuned for the next section of my trip: the conference! Don’t worry, I won’t summarize papers. But I will tell you all about the delicious food we ate. In the mean time, I have posted some pictures to Flickr, so hop on over there if you want to see more.

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