Beth and I went to Toledo last week. We were convinced it would be a lot of fun to camp. We did very minimal research and found a camp site with electricity, showers and a swimming pool. Once we arrived at the train station in Toledo we realized just how far away the campsite was. We adjusted our plan and hiked with our bags and tent up to the town center and found a hostel. It was lucky there was no wind that day or the tent would have caught some air and blown us away. It looked like part if a turtle costume and drew a lot of attention. The hostel was great, the staff was amazingly nice and it was very comfortable aside from the 100% acrylic sheets that I worried may melt to my skin during the hot night. I also received a mosquito bite on my forearm that later swelled to the size of a silver dollar pancake. Toledo was very charming and we got a great panoramic view from the top of the library. We returned to Madrid the next day. At the train station we gave directions to two guys from New York, after a five minute conversation one asked me if we were from England. Well, Beth is Scottish, so maybe that just threw them off. I still don't see how my accent could really be mistaken for English. I need to come home, I am losing my roots.
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