Toledo to Torrijos- Rolling with the weather

Coffee, churros and a dry pair of socks set me up for the final stage. Monday traffic, trucks, rain and mud - it was a slow shuffle this morning. By the afternoon, things improved.
Slow descending toward a Toledo city gate. Steep slope, cool breeze, slippery path, careful steps.

To find the ‘other Toledo’ preparing for work. Taxis, bars , thoroughfares - just like a regular city.

The path followed the Tagus river for a while.
Then I began to ascend - adios Toledo! 
The road was busy with trucks coming and going. I needed to regularly step off the road, stop and start again. The reason was they were loading up at this plant.
After that, walking became a little more serene.
I walked by a country house that had horses
and stables - there did not seem to be a lot happening.
A casual morning tea stop suddenly turned into a quick raincoat donning - and it began to pour.
Trucks  reappeared - would you believe it? - drivers waved - I laughed (actually, no, I swore a bit but no one heard me - so did I really swear?). I got muddy boots.

The late lunch stop was a chance to re-gather. I had coffee, tortilla, another coffee and churros -  I changed my socks. I was ready to take on the final stage.

No walk in this country can be done without the occasional castle. 
Or a remodelled mosque.
For the first time since Valencia, my last two hours were faster than my first. I don’t know why, but my feet and my knees felt normal again- weird?.
I gave this roadblock staircase a miss -  inventive isn’t it. Like this street sign. . .

Michaels and white angels aside - Sancho could not wait to check in. I followed soon after.

This was a day I simply had to roll with the weather. You can’t change it and you can’t just stop. You need to keep walking. Things happen. Things get better.