Today we went to Cadiz, which is about a two hour drive south of Sevilla, on the coast. They took us by bus- I listened to flamenco music all the way there to get myself in the spanish mood. :) First, we had a nice little tour of the old parts of the city- the tour guide seemed to know everyone, and brought us into the houses to show us the sea rocks they were made of and to explain that many of these three or four storey houses, which are now divided into maybe eight apartments, have to share two bathrooms for the whole building since the buildings are so old that they're difficult to retrofit. Cadiz also has a magnificent neoclassical cathedral – my pictures can't capture the feel of those soaring columns. The crypt was especially cool- it had a large, low, bowl-shaped ceiling which (quite creepily) echoed your steps perfectly as you walked below it at certain spots. Unfortunately, the cathedral is slowly decaying; our tour guide described it as a cancer in the stone, caused by the salty air and humidity. Que pena, because its really beautiful.
After our tour, which culminated in climbing one of the tallest towers in the city to see the view (there are lots of little towers on the tops of houses in Cadiz so that people could see when ship/pirates were coming in the time after the discovery of America, when Cadiz was the entrypoint to Spain) we decided to meander to the beach, first taking some time to go through the market and buy some sangria to drink with the bocadillos our families made us to eat for lunch. I tried sea urchin (yuck! after I had eaten almost all of it, they´re like ´´no, only eat the orange bits!´´ because the rest is mostly sand. ick). The beach was perfect- there weren't many people at all, and there were tons of little rowboats tied up in the little bay, with the alcazar of king something or other jetting out into the ocean. We sat and ate and chatted until we had to head back to the bus, buying ice cream on the way. It was lovely.
Francis called today – this whole not having internet thing makes it hard. I think about him all the time, and I hate not having a good way to get a hold of him! It felt great to hear his voice.
After our tour, which culminated in climbing one of the tallest towers in the city to see the view (there are lots of little towers on the tops of houses in Cadiz so that people could see when ship/pirates were coming in the time after the discovery of America, when Cadiz was the entrypoint to Spain) we decided to meander to the beach, first taking some time to go through the market and buy some sangria to drink with the bocadillos our families made us to eat for lunch. I tried sea urchin (yuck! after I had eaten almost all of it, they´re like ´´no, only eat the orange bits!´´ because the rest is mostly sand. ick). The beach was perfect- there weren't many people at all, and there were tons of little rowboats tied up in the little bay, with the alcazar of king something or other jetting out into the ocean. We sat and ate and chatted until we had to head back to the bus, buying ice cream on the way. It was lovely.
Francis called today – this whole not having internet thing makes it hard. I think about him all the time, and I hate not having a good way to get a hold of him! It felt great to hear his voice.
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