I arrived in Toledo at 12:45 pm, on the day of the Corpus Christi procession. I arrived too late to see the procession but just in time to wade through the throngs of people from all over Spain, filling the haphazardly organized and tiny medieval streets. Toledo is a maddening yet quaint and cozy city, but I hadn’t yet gotten lost enough times to recognize any of the buildings which meant that I did not know how to get to my hotel any other way than to walk along the side of the cathedral which, upon my arrival, was blocked by the faithful.  This did not prevent me from trying…