I really feel bad about the fact that I was forced to buy a return train ticket up front as it seems that it is not recommended to just show up at the train station and purchase a ticket. It seems that all seats are guaranteed, which means, there is no standing, which also means that there are a limited number of seats available per train. It is good that there are a lot of trains going the same way, I think it was every hour but I still can’t risk that I won’t be able to get back to Madrid that night. I reluctantly purchased a return ticket knowing that my schedule for touring the Historic City of Toledo will be not optimal. True enough, when it was two hours before the train leaves, I decided I would be having an early dinner there at the historic town.
I found this quaint little restaurant. There were no customers there yet, since it was still late afternoon. There was a lone staff there who did her best to understand me and I understand her. My usual one word Spanish sentences seemed to have done the trick as I got my order. I ordered one of Spain’s more well known deli’s the chorizo, which is Spanish sausage. There were selling them all over the place here but I never got to try it. I got a whole plateful of them and one bread. I still haven’t gotten used to having bread as a meal but that is something very common here. I do not know if it is because of economic reasons or it is just how people really eat. Or maybe I was just looking for rice. Anyway, the chorizos surprisingly large as I was used to chorizos which are the width of normal hotdogs. It was nice and fatty and it gives out a lot of flavor as most sausages do. It was a rather strange meal if I say so myself. I think I should have just gotten the sandwich instead of this. Anyway, I was spending the rest of the time watching a local telenovela and drinking my small glass of Mahou beer.
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