another day without lap top or wi fi.
at some point we gather for a cab and attempt a ferry to cadiz.
we end up in puerta de la santa maria.. . and then the boat from there.
it does not disappoint.
great town.
a beach was found. the waves large. the kids take a joyous pounding.
skin singes.
a man walks up selling cold beer for a euro and sodas and water too.
its too easy.
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when we leave the beach we intend to get lost in the great walled city of cadiz. getting lost is great there, think i’ve done it before on tour alone. yes i have, joan reminds me days later.
then we almost miss the boat back. the entire family decides to sprint for it. no way. never make it. flip flops plop like high tops. it’s the best moment on the whole trip, seeing the family attempt the impossible and in full trot under the shimmering summer sun zig zaggin the touristas and getting to the boat a minute before departure, but since its wonderful andalucia, the boat is casually not on time.
the ride back is sweet in the sunset. fisherman coming in with the day’s haul, them all waving and glimmer in orange outfits striking in the angle of sun light bouncing off them , while a mass of seagulls swarm and hope for bits of chuck-a-lucks.
at the port we meet joan and his eva. we dine at the same place we always do when we had played here the times before and the meories flood back how great i liked this place.
then he jaunts us back to our chunk of paradise with the disgusting buffets geared for the german, brit or american, and offering up no local fair. not even a single tortilla.
so we take yip in its location but tend to escape the confines when the duty of dinner falls upon us.
no problemo.