I hop off the train like I know exacly what I'm doing, which I totally don't, but I just follow my gut and everything turns ok in the end. I get my ticket from Madrid Chamartin to Atocha, ask for directions on how to get the train and I'm at the right station to get my train to Toledo.
So, to resume, I left Lisbon at 21h50 the day before. At 8h40 I arrived in Madrid Chamartin. A little before 10am I was in Atocha. I then caught my train to Toledo at 13h50, arrived in Toledo at 14h25.
As I saw the sign saying "Toledo" I smile and said to myself "I MADE IT. I'M FINALLY HERE!!" Not so fast...the city center, aka, my hostel location, was 2km away from the station. So, refusing to pay 2,5€ for a bus, I walked all the way there carrying my ridiculously heavy backpacks. By the time I arrived at my hostel I was exausted. After not travelling for 6 months, taking 17h to arrive to my destination right on the first day totally kicked my butt, but you know what? I MADE IT!