So, we woke up and went down for breakfast, where I ate some bread, fruit, and had two proper cups of tea. We went back up and packed our stuff, then we went back down. The German Motorcyclists were in the elevator, and we squeezed in there. They said something that sounded like "You no make it!" and they started counting down the floors until we hit the lobby. The elevator was really slow. And cramped. It was weird.
We waited for the rest of our group as the Germans sped away. Then, we put our stuff in basically a closet and went for a walk. A long walk. See the pic at the top? That was taken from halfway to to our destination, and we were going to that church thing at the right.It was another cathedral- one of the oldest in Spain. Luckily, it was Sunday so no tours were offered, so we walked up to the top. It was around noon, and by the time we got to the top of the bell tower, tit was noon. So the bells started ringing- as did our ears.
We parted ways, and once again I went with the guys since they are far better conversationalists than the girls, and I figured they'd actually do something other than lay in the sand.
We walked all the way back to the hotel because they didn't remember to bring their swim-suits, and we made our way to the beach. Our German buddy forgot his bathing suit at home, so he deigned to sit in the sand. The other two and I waded into the water, which was very cold, and played frisbee. I was the only one willing to swim out to get the frisbee when they missed each other, so I did a lot of swimming. They are very not good at frisbee. We played for quite a while, and then got so cold that we decided to warm up a bit. They went walking, I reapplied a couple layers of sunscreen and sat down.
Now, Cadiz is a European beach, which means that it's ok to go shirtless- for both men and women. It isn't an entirely nude beach, thank, God, but I saw a lot more of people than I'd have liked to. There was really no safe direction to look, so I couldn't very well just sit and people watch. So... yeah.We got hungry and got lunch at a chiringuito. I hope I spelled that right. A chiringuito is a little restaurant on the beach, really close to the water. It's a bar, really, but the foods aren't bad. I ordered something small, but only realized after we'd paid that they'd had snail. Sigh. I've been regretting my oversight all day. I will have to seek out caracoles tomorrow. (caracole is snail in spanish)
I felt myself roasting, as I'd been out for a lot of the afternoon, so I went back to the hotel to read where I wouldn't get lobsterified. Because of my decision, I'm the only one of our group that wasn't seriously burned. I have some burns on my shoulders and back, since it was harder to reach, but that's really it. The girls are all moaning and groaning because they didn't use any sunscreen, and they can't move or touch anything without agony. The guys are ok, because I was a nice person and gave them sunscreen to use.
I waved goodbye to the prettiest cable-stay bridge I'd ever seen. I wish we'd had a chance to go over it. I am saying this because we got a little slap-happy last night, and I noticed our room had a great view of the bridge, so I geeked out and told my roommates what kind of bridge it is, so they've been making fun of me ever since. :(
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| Admire the cable-stay bridge! |
And, it's fathers day. So Daddy, thank you for letting me go on this trip. I love you! I love Spain!! Wish you all could be here, enjoying Cadiz with me!
See you tomorrow. I'm back in Sevilla now after a long train ride, and classes start back tomorrow. Sigh.
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