Cadiz, Spain

The sun topped the uppermost railing thatlined deck 19 of the ship and pierced through an opening so that a stream of hot light pointed across the pool. I was alone this early in the morning, except for a maintenance man fixing the clock, which had dropped its minute hand a few days ago to protest the passage of time. The pool was mirror still and inviting as I slipped into the sun kissed blue. Forty minutes later I was still alone in the pool. It's so delightful to be able to swim into the current. If I had a pool, I would have to get one of these machines!

Now Cadiz. We took a turn on the hop-on hop-off bus to get an idea of the old city. It's beautiful, and so clean. The lady mayor has the entireold city washed early every morning and the city shopkeepers reflect their pride by doing their part, sweeping and washing their storefronts.

There are kilometeres of long, wide beaches of golden sand that line the atlantic side of Cadiz. It makes this a tempting city for a winter getaway.

After our city tour, we sauntered through the pedestrian areas of Cadiz and finally gave away our bus tickets to some other tourists since they were good for the rest of the day. Oh, and we picked up some Freixnet for 4 euros... I love Spain!

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Anonymous said…
Hello Lolita and Hans.
We hope you will have a nice trip over the Antlantic ocean on your way home from Europe. We have follows your trip througt the webcamera on Emerald Princess. (Hope we have follows the right ship)

Love Bente and Kjell
11:05 AM
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