Toledo Spanish Quotes

The practice of giving uniforms to soldiers, which hadn’t been the case before, began at that time in France. Toledo gave us half-Spanish, half-French costumes. We wore scarlet habits, black breastplates with the Maltese cross at the middle, ruffs and Spanish hats. This costume suited us very well. Wherever we appeared, women never left their windows and duennas came running to us with love-letters, often delivered to the wrong person. Such confusion led to the most amusing incidents. We visited all the ports in the Mediterranean and were feted everywhere.

By the end of the eleventh century, the Spanish Christian Reconquista of al-Andalus was well under way, and the westward frontier of the Islamic world was in retreat. As a patchwork of small Christian kingdoms began to be established south of the Pyrenees, many Spanish (or ‘Mozarab’) Christians educated in Córdoba, Toledo and Granada began emigrating into the Christian bridgeheads in northern Spain, bringing with them many of the luxuries and discoveries that the Arabs had introduced: lemons, Seville oranges and sugar cane, as well as cotton and mulberries for silk farming. They also built sophisticated gardens and the irrigation systems

POEM – MY AMAZING TRAVELS [My composition in my book Travel Memoirs with Pictures] My very first trip I still cannot believe Was planned and executed with such great ease. My father, an Inspector of Schools, was such a strict man, He gave in to my wishes when I told him of the plan. I got my first long vacation while working as a banker One of my co-workers wanted a travelling partner. She visited my father and discussed the matter Arrangements were made without any flutter. We travelled to New York, Toronto, London, and Germany, In each of those places, there was somebody, To guide and protect us and to take us wonderful places, It was a dream come true at our young ages. We even visited Holland, which was across the Border. To drive across from Germany was quite in order. Memories of great times continue to linger, I thank God for an understanding father. That trip in 1968 was the beginning of much more, I visited many countries afterward I am still in awe. Barbados, Tobago, St. Maarten, and Buffalo, Cirencester in the United Kingdom, Miami, and Orlando. I was accompanied by my husband on many trips. Sisters, nieces, children, grandchildren, and friends, travelled with me a bit. Puerto Rico, Los Angeles, New York, and Hialeah, Curacao, Caracas, Margarita, Virginia, and Anguilla. We sailed aboard the Creole Queen On the Mississippi in New Orleans We traversed the Rockies in Colorado And walked the streets in Cozumel, Mexico. We were thrilled to visit the Vatican in Rome, The Trevi Fountain and the Colosseum. To explore the countryside in Florence, And to sail on a Gondola in Venice. My fridge is decorated with magnets Souvenirs of all my visits London, Madrid, Bahamas, Coco Cay, Barcelona. And the Leaning Tower of Pisa How can I forget the Spanish Steps in Rome? Stratford upon Avon, where Shakespeare was born. CN Tower in Toronto so very high I thought the elevator would take me to the sky. Then there was El Poble and Toledo Noted for Spanish Gold We travelled on the Euro star. The scenery was beautiful to behold! I must not omit Cartagena in Columbia, Anaheim, Las Vegas, and Catalina, Key West, Tampa, Fort Lauderdale, and Pembroke Pines, Places I love to lime. Of course, I would like to make special mention, Of two exciting cruises with Royal Caribbean. Majesty of the Seas and Liberty of the Seas Two ships which grace the Seas. Last but not least and best of all We visited Paris in the fall. Cologne, Dusseldorf, and Berlin Amazing places, which made my head, spin. Copyright@BrendaMohammed

Don Quixote is thus in part a postscript to the history of a first-rate place, the most poignant lament over the loss of that universe, its last chapter, allusive, ironic, bittersweet, quixotic. It is perhaps the last, the best, the most subtle of the Spanish memory palaces. Its incomparable Castilian is the direct descendant of the Castilian first forged out of the little groups of Muslims, Christians, and Jews who worked together in Toledo to translate that magnificent Arabic library first into Latin and then into Castilian, which was the mother tongue of all of them...

But he did nothing to destroy, or limit access to, the great treasury of Arabic manuscripts that his new cathedral now held in its library. Soon after the first translation of the Qu’ran into Latin was made by Cluniac monks from a Spanish manuscript in the Toledo library.13

«No se puede ser constructor de la paz si uno mismo no lleva la paz en su corazón. La paz es también, en un sentido secundario, un equilibrio interior, una armonía en el hombre reconciliado consigo mismo. (...) El que lleva la paz en su corazón es capaz de transmitirla en su mirada, en su porte, en su manera de trabajar, en su modo de acoger a cada persona como si en ese momento no existiese ninguna otra en el mundo. Para ser reconciliador activo hay que estar previamente reconciliado, ante todo reconciliado con el pasado, reconciliado con uno mismo, con toda su realidad y sus limitaciones, reconciliado con los demás y reconciliado con la fuente de la vida y el amor. Solo el que tiene la paz en su interior puede meterse en múltiples conflictos y atravesar la amargura sin que se le quede amargo el corazón. Externamente, los constructores de la paz se ven metidos en múltiples conflictos, líos y embrollos, pero en su interior gozan de gran paz. (...) Impresiona que (...) el Cántico Espiritual de san Juan de la Cruz no esté escrito en un jardín renacentista, sino en la lóbrega cárcel de Toledo»6.