Travel Blogs from Cádiz
... the crowd waiting to board.
The time passed surprisingly quickly as we settled in to munch our way through a large back of crisps and sweets reading and chatting as the train rumbled across Spain. I love to travel like this watching the landscape slide past the window. First we headed down the coast through Tarragona and then inland to Valencia. The ...
... taste some of these things (cooked expertly) before I will
brave buying them. So I bought what I knew, vegetables still sandy from the
ground, fresh eggs, honey with the comb, and olives from a back yard. The small
abuelas (grandmas) spoke no English, but what a connection there is when food
is the currency, and it is grown with care. The resulting lunch was just as
delicious as every moment spent gathering the ingredients. JOYFULL!
And then ...
... and we walked in. When Robin said she was a flamenco student we got a royal tour.
We walked by more churches. Finally made it to the city museum. We went through the archeological portion. Then we sat in the plaza and ate some lunch.
We went back to the hotel for some much needed rest.
Back out to ...
... We tried to get into a Xmas concert but it was sold out. We then visited an Irish Pub but Spanish owned and run! However a pint of Guinness was good. Corry managed to buy a pair of brown leather shoes but then said she had no matching outfit in Cadiz! Found a large Lidl and went to it to stock up on meat etc. We had also seen a classical guitar performance with our landlady and husband .....very ...
... see it from our hostal) and collect my boarding pass. I had a few hours to kill in Cádiz so explored a little and took lots of pictures, before joining the long queue to board the ferry. After much confusion, I was eventually shuffled to the very front of the queue, ahead of the motorbikes and the cars. The only bike on the ferry, and I was even allowed to ride up the ramp into the garage. Once settled, I strapped in for the long 3-day trip to La Palma... ...coming ...