Toledo

Thirty minutes south of Madrid by high speed train, in Toledo, I
expected to step out of the station and directly into a bullfighting
ring. Alright, so the Toledo of old is no more; really, the town that
was once nearly the capital of Spain hasn't changed all that much. The hills sure haven't changed. Maybe in the 5th century A.D., it made sense to build the city high above the Targus River for defensive purposes, but now those steep cobblestone streets are simply the bane of weary tourists' existence. Now I really have found a city that's easier to get lost in than Venice.

Not to mention that we witnessed the recreation of a hanging at the Cathederal Square. Apparently, that's how Toledan's celebrate festivals.