Holy Toledo

We spent a day in Toledo. It was okay. It was a cute, well-preserved town, but it didn't really thrill me. Really, the most exciting part was lunch, and then a train station incident, but it was exciting in a bad, yet funny and entertaining way. The train station there was very pretty:And here are some more pretty photos:Okay, and now time for lunchtime comedy intermission. We were hungry. We wanted lunch. We saw a restaurant with a man going in carrying grocery bags. The man saw us. He said we should have lunch there, that it wasn't a tourist restaurant, that it was very authentic. We decided it was a good idea. We were wrong.
Due to improper timing, we were the only ones there. Per usual, there was a prix fix menu, and after a brief perusal, we decided on our selections. Bruno relayed them to the old man. The old man said, no, we didn't want to do that. Okaaay. Whatever. He said that our first course would be a paella made with pasta instead of rice. Sounded interesting, but the result was terrible:It was greasy pasta with a blob of meat on top, that had obviously just been reheated in a microwave, as some of the noodles had the crunch that only a microwave can achieve.I didn't bother photographing the rest, as it was completely horrible, but here's the description: the main dish was stuffed peppers, fatty meat, and blood sausage swimming in a pool of grease; dessert was Spain's answer to dixie cup ice cream, only more artificial and less tasty. The wine was good though. Lunch was horrid, but entertainingly so.
Here's some more Toledo pictures:We decided we were done with Toledo, and got a wee bit lost trying to find the train station again, so we just missed the 5:00 train. With two hours to wait, we hung out in the very nice train station cafe, sitting in the sun drinking beer. We wanted some water to go along with the beer, so Bruno went inside to ask for it. He asked for a "cup" of water, rather than a glass of water. Confusion and hilarity ensued.
"Do you want warm or cold water?" the barkeep asked. Duh, it's 95 degrees. Why would she ask such a question? Then she hands Bruno two cups of water. Little, tiny espresso cups.Did she really think that this is what we wanted? I laughed and laughed when I saw those little cups.