Toledo sweet Toledo...

Never would I have thought that I would be happy to be back in Toledo. But I am so glad to be out of Mexico. It wouldn't have been so bad if I spoke Spanish. Nothing beats trying to order with nothing but hand signals and terrible half-assed highschool Spanish. Instead of ordering a cheeseburger I was probably asking them to milk my grandfather's goat for 50 pesos.

Anyhow, I'm finally going to go sleep on a bed that's not harder than concrete.

G'Night! err... Day!