My Travel Adventures

On the last day of my long weekend in Spain, I explored Toledo. Since basically every tourist site in the country opens at ten o’clock in the morning, I spent my first hour outside walking the road along the southern edge of the city. While this route does not have too many sights – except, perhaps, for the Old Arab Baths – it offers some pretty views of Toledo that most tourists miss. Since the Alcazar is closed on Mondays, I only visited the gardens at its base and then backtracked to the Museo de Santa Cruz. The museum, which is free of entry, has an impressive collection of art by El Greco, who spent half his life in Toledo and whose tomb can be viewed through a little window in the floor of the Monastery of Saint Dominic of Silos. The upper floor is mostly dedicated to azulejos and temporary exhibitions.

We woke up at seven o’clock with a single goal in our mind: to drive all the way up Formentor Cape and back by breakfast. The task was urgent, as we knew the road to be narrow, winding, and perched atop uncomfortably precipitous hillsides. We began our ascent on the outskirts of Port de Pollença. After a while, we reached a barrier at a crossroads and, seeing that it was raised, continued onwards. I had my fair share of scares during the ride, though at least the wild goats had the good sense not to jump into the road right behind bends.