On Saturday, I was invited by Andy, a British physics teacher, to go to Toledo for the day on a whim. Andy is one of these super-smart guys whose mind moves faster than his mouth, and despite my strange fascination with smart, geeky boys who know smart, geeky things like computer programming and quantum physics, I often can't persuade Andy to discuss cool science stuff unless it's in quippy bursts like freeing the radicals or getting Oprah to be the spokewoman for the expanding universe's waistline.
This is the bus that we successfully found, successfully boarded, then successfully got booted out of our seats like ignorant tourists because we didn't know the seats were numbered, forcing us to rifle around for our tickets (ie. slips of crumbled paper by this point) and stumble over angry annoyed old Spanish women in order to get from the back of the bus to the front of the bus where we conveniently had our seats.
In the distance is the "Catedral," which apparently is the second largest cathedral in Spain (no wonder the ticket woman gave us a funny look when we asked what the name of that inglesia was, and she said, "El Catedral" in a way that suggested, "Duh, you ignorant tourists." That perhaps contributed to the reason why we couldn't be bothered to pay the 6 euros to go inside.
On Saturday, I was invited by Andy, a British physics teacher, to go to Toledo for the day on a whim. Andy is one of these super-smart guys whose mind moves faster than his mouth, and despite my strange fascination with smart, geeky boys who know smart, geeky things like computer programming and quantum physics, I often can't persuade Andy to discuss cool science stuff unless it's in quippy bursts like freeing the radicals or getting Oprah to be the spokewoman for the expanding universe's waistline.
This is the bus that we successfully found, successfully boarded, then successfully got booted out of our seats like ignorant tourists because we didn't know the seats were numbered, forcing us to rifle around for our tickets (ie. slips of crumbled paper by this point) and stumble over angry annoyed old Spanish women in order to get from the back of the bus to the front of the bus where we conveniently had our seats.
In the distance is the "Catedral," which apparently is the second largest cathedral in Spain (no wonder the ticket woman gave us a funny look when we asked what the name of that inglesia was, and she said, "El Catedral" in a way that suggested, "Duh, you ignorant tourists." That perhaps contributed to the reason why we couldn't be bothered to pay the 6 euros to go inside.
