A Weekend in Cádiz

Let’s talk about something for a hot sec. This trip gets better each and every day, and this past weekend takes the cake.
We took an overnight weekend trip to Cádiz, a beach city on the southwestern coast of Spain. Cádiz is known for a lot of things including its deep-rooted FLamenco history, its beautiful views from the top of its main cathedral and, of course, its beaches. It took us about an hour and a half to get there from Sevilla by bus, but the good company and random conversation about buffalo people made the trip fly by.
When we got to Cádiz, we went on a walking tour of the city with our extra spicy with a pinch of sugar guide, Alejandro. He’s the epitome of the sexy teacher, and I pray to God that he doesn’t understand English because I’m not trying to get a sexual harassment suit while in another country.
Anywho... the city of Cádiz is stunning. White buildings line the streets that are just a little bit wider than Sevilla’s, giving the city a more open, fluid feeling. We saw the Plaza De Flores, an open market area where the sweet scent of flowers mixed with the savory smell of fried fish for what I can only nicely describe as an interesting combination. Our final destination was the cathedral which stood towering over the center of an open market plaza. We got to climb to the top of the cathedral’s bell tower which was done by ascending a spiraling ramp that took you all the way to the top. It took about 10 minutes and what I can only imagine to be like 5000 burnt calories to reach the top, but wow was it worth it.  The view was out of this world. You could see practically every corner of the city from one side and miles and miles of beautiful ocean sprawling out in front of you from the other. The way the city met the shore before the waves broke couldn’t accurately be captured in a picture.
After our tour we had the rest of the day free (minus an optional museum tour which most of us opted out of lol) so we spent it on the beach. I dunno whether it was the Malibu and coke that we bought from the asian supermarket across the street from our hotel or the topless couple gently humping about 50 yards away from us, but this was a great beach day. The sand was soft, the sun was hot and there was a perfect breeze that put the entire scene together. The theme of the day was aggressive, and we definitely went from zero to ciego more quickly than expected, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
The night took a turn for the unexpected when we couldn’t really find any bars/discotecas to go to, leaving us stranded in central Cádiz, full of questionable fish and no sense of direction. Eventually we made it back to the hotel and I can’t say for sure what happened that night, but what I can say is that what happens in 608, stays in 608.
In conclusion, Thank you, Cádiz for a great weekend with great friends. :)