
Oh my goodness I haven't written in so long! Not good... well last weekend I visited one of the most enchanting cities. I absolutely loved the narrow cobblestone streets, giant castle, and beautiful cathedral of Toledo. Toledo welcomes each visitor with an enchanting view of a city built upon a hill, with a castle at the highest point. The city took my breath away; it was so beautiful, old, and full of history. I imagined the Moors walking up the same street as I was to begin their battle against the Visigoths. We arrived Friday morning and our first stop was the cathedral. The architecture is phenomenal and there is so much detail in the doorways and throughout the entire cathedral that it could occupy one’s entire day admiring all of the work. We spent a few hours there and I could have stayed longer if it had not been so terribly cold inside. My favorite part of the cathedral was the room for the choir; I loved the detailed wooden seats, the beautiful organ, and the marble statue of the Virgin Mary that stood at the entrance. I especially like the statue because Mary was holding baby Jesus and she had the most humble and sincere smile on her face. I had never seen a statue like that and I loved how the artist portrayed Mary’s happiness and love for her new son, Jesus Christ. Saturday morning, I went with a small group to the mass held in the chapel at the cathedral. I am so glad I went because it was such a neat experience! Christianity played a major role in the formation of Spain and I felt like I had been transported back in time when I heard the priest begin to sing in Spanish. This Catholic mass was composed mostly of song, the Priest only spoke for about five or so minutes and most of it was verses from the New Testament. There were several men in robes besides the priest and I am not quite sure what their titles are in the organization of the church, but they all participated in the songs and sacrament. Although I did not feel the strong influence of the Holy Ghost during mass, I did feel peace as I listened to the music and words of the priest. I know that the Catholic faith has part of the truth and it seems to me that the Priest and his other counselors truly love God and try to live their lives in a righteous manner. Friday night eight other students and I decided to go on a guided tour concerning the mysteries of Toledo. We met our two guides, who were both dressed in all black with leather jackets and matching arm bands, above a restaurant in the plaza and after some explanation and a free drink we began our mysterious journey through the dark streets of Toledo. The two men told us about secret cults, ghost stories, haunted houses, witches, and mummies. Many of the ghost stories came about because of the deaths in the Guerra Civil. They told us that many ghosts returned to their families to finish business that they were unable to complete before their unexpected death. I loved every minute I was in Toledo, although we talked about not romanticizing cities, I truly was enchanted by this beautiful city in Spain. I loved the small streets, antique buildings, beautiful vistas, and the strong presence of history that the city continues to hold.