century, Toledo lost much of its former renown. In the Romantic period, Toledo was re-discovered and became an increasingly popular destination for travelers. Romantic pictorial representations by El Greco and the literary representations by Bécquer were foundational to the perspective of the Order. Alberti mentions in the account of his initiation how the churches of the Plaza de Santo Domingo el Real “at night seem as if they are descended from some cloudy and mysterious firmament of El Greco.” The moment is indicative of a surrealist twist to the Order—waking and dreaming both within and outside of one's own consciousness. Bécquer had been fascinated by Toledo in the 19th century and made a routine of returning there to write and ideate. He loved the “urban singularity, special compendium and synthesis of multiple cultures, the mystery that pervaded its ancient and labyrinthine streets, at the margin of progress.” The city was a kind of living, breathing ruins—a place at once ancient and forgotten yet undeniably fresh. The Order, although it certainly imbibed the essence of this Romantic fascination with Toledo, also transcended it. What differentiated the Order from the Romantics was its willingness to immerse, not just observe. In the Order was an “invitation to lose oneself as a form of continual discovery of the city and to be able to soak up personal experiences there, beyond the usual routes of visits and promenades from the previous tradition.” Visits to the city were ritualized in time and space. On Saturday afternoons, the members of the Order would depart by train from Madrid to the Toledo station, and from there they would walk to the Plaza de Zocodover and sip some red wine. Then came conversation and dinner, all fuel for the coming night wanderings. They might walk through the streets to the Plaza of Santo Domingo el Antiguo or the small Bécquer library, then continue walking until sunrise. They would return to the Posada de la Sangre, which was always dirty, but, in its age and constancy, inimitably so. And after just a few hours of sleep, they would reconvene in Zocodover, this time for coffee. Then they continued the visit—to the Cathedral and up to its bell tower, to the Alcázar, to the tomb of Cardinal Tavera—to all the high and low points of the city and everything in between. The visits always concluded with a meal in the Venta