Saturday we had scheduled a short tour of the city which included some bus riding, walking and ended with a visit to Cuadro Flamenco La Cava where we would be treated to “highlights of the music and dance found in and around the Cadiz area; typical of the Andalusian Region of Spain”.The show also include some light tapas of Serrano ham, cheese, bread and two drinks of our choice.This was just the right tour to introduce us to some of the history of the city, her magnificent buildings, and movers and shakers of the past. Above is a photo of the beach and small boat harbor on the east side of the old city with an ancient fort in the distance. Below is the troupe that provided the entertainment. Such energy and passion was woven through their dancing, singing and guitar playing – all so very professional. The lady pictured below was “regal” in her Flamenco presentation.
Later that evening we went out again just to stroll or “”Paseo” through the streets as the Spanish do in the evening. Such a vibrant family orientated people, full of the lust for life.
On Sunday we went ashore again, our trusty walking map in hand, with some definite destinations on our radar. However since it was Sunday the market was closed, except for the flower stalls and churro venders. Barbara stood in line for her chance to purchase and 1 Euro package of freshly deep fried churros. Yum, Yum
I soon fell in love with these ancient buildings and their doors and walls. They were so majestic in their age and had weathered history so well. Is is almost like walking through some of our time worn canyons at home. The sandstone bears witness of the ancient sea beds from which they were taken, with visible shells of ancient mollusks.
Below is a picture of a beautiful door with the worn marble threshold bearing witness to the many feet who have trod inside. The marble lentil above the door reads “Por aqui se llamap los sacramentos”, which thank translates to “Here is where one may take the Sacraments” since it is next door to a Catholic Church.
I will close with what I consider a funny juxtaposition or signs:
Calle Hospital de Mujers, translates into “Hospital Street for Women”.
Tonight we are rocking and rolling through some moderate to rough wind and waves as we navigate through the Straits of Gibraltar towards the Spanish City of Mellia in Spanish Morocco on the coast of North Africa. Should be an interesting night and a fabulous day ashore tomorrow.