After a fig and bread, Botz has no reservations at El Refugio for the next few days and closes the hostel to drive with us to Cadiz.
Founded in 1100 BC by the Phoenicians, ancient peoples from the coast of present day Lebanon, Syria, and northern Israel; some say it is the oldest city in Europe!
A fond farewell and “See ya soon!”
to Cartajima.
A short stop in Ronda in front of the bullring.
*Said to be
A short stop in Ronda in front of the bullring.*Said to be
the home of
"modern" bullfighting... where the matador got off his horse,
and fought the bull on the ground*
Delivering Paco to Ronda for his shopping.
Leave the packs in the car to wander about
Delivering Paco to Ronda for his shopping.
After a two hour drive West to the Atlantic coast, the influence of the medieval Islamic North African Moors remains evident in the famous architecture of the “Old Town” of Cadiz.
Leave the packs in the car to wander about
and locate a bed for the night.
After not much luck, y una cerveza stop,
Botz locates a questionable locale.
An unmarked, unremarkable entrance
to a worn atrium
complete with
a blind, deaf lapdog
urinating on checkered tile.
Closer look reveals home to hundreds of feral cats.
Carousing the old town, we find some drinks, music and people watching! Return to the room late, the door is locked. With persuasion, the owner awakens to let us into our beds.
The taxidermy head
of a toro.
A decent price, and the whole place to ourselves! Clash of the Patterns: bedspread with the ceiling, ceiling with the wallpaper- and not much could go with the bizarre drawing behind the mirror.
On the other hand, the institutional green hue and long white hallways with the ever-present checkerboard floor were an aesthetic treat.
Courtyards and soft smooth marble stairs lead
to empty rooms.
After a rest,
out to the Atlantic!
Huge cement cubes are piled upon one another for the surf break.
Closer look reveals home to hundreds of feral cats.
Food and water provided by kind animal lovers.
We settled for a beautiful dinner array of grilled fish: swordfish, mackerel, and tuna. As we finished, it was getting dark and people began to arrive for their typically Spanish dinnertime at 10pm.
Carousing the old town, we find some drinks, music and people watching! Return to the room late, the door is locked. With persuasion, the owner awakens to let us into our beds.
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