We leave Toledo today, and I am knackered. Travelling with teenagers is exhausting fun - especially when they discover tapas. (Proper tapas, where you each get a free tiny snack with every drink, not the stupid sort they do in Britain with sharing plates.
Toledo is Spain's mediaeval capital and religious heart, so stuffed with gorgeous monasteries, in particular San Juan de los Reyes, where Ferdinand and Isabella had planned to be buried. They changed their mind after conquering Granada.
We climbed the cathedral tower.
We also dragged Big Goddaughter to two of the three remaining complete mediaeval synogogues in Spain.
We haven't missed out on art, either: this city is El Greco central. By the time we were saying, "Look, a Titian!" she seemed a bit paintinged out. None of us have tired of tapas, though.