Boz Scaggs – of course you remember it! 1977 isn’t that long ago.
After filling and emptying in Antequera this morning, we dragged ourselves onto the motorways, first towards Cordoba and then across to Bailén.
We stopped for lunch by the Guadalquivir river just outside the lovely town of Montoro which seemed to be clinging onto a hillside by the skin of its teeth!
We would have liked to explore but it was absolutely boiling hot and we had more miles to do this afternoon, so we carried on north.
Fields of olives turned to grapevines and windmills as we entered the Castilla-La Mancha region.
We arrived in Toledo just before 5pm and parked in a carpark facing the military academy. The trouble was, it meant walking downhill, then back uphill to get to the old town. As we got towards the bottom of the hill, we saw a big empty carpark with a few motorhomes in, so decided to walk straight back up and bring the van down. Very hot and bothered by this point.
Over the beautiful old bridge, we started our ascent of a gazillion steps to reach the action.
We saw Guy’s favourite sculpture first, the Eagle of Toledo – Federico Bahamontes, a Spanish road racing cyclist who won the Tour de France in 1959.
We then got lost again in the warren of streets that are jam packed with churches, convents and palaces.
Poked our heads in the cathedral but didn’t get very far as I think it was about to close. It looks amazing though. There’s a bit where a gothic painting on the ceiling becomes a sculpture in a 3D kind of way.
Had to find a square to sit down as it was still so hot at 6:30pm. Got ripped off with some rubbish tapas but they can get away with it as the place is heaving with people.
Legs just made it back down the hill to the van. Too much bread and not enough exercise I suppose 😬
