Today we (again) took a two-hour bus ride to (again) go to the beach. This time it was the island resort of Cádiz.
Geocaches? In Cádiz? Why, yes. Yes there are.
Old Cádiz (like Old Madrid and Old Córdoba and Old Granada and Old Seville) is a maze of twisty passages, all alike...
Southern Man used the phrase "¿Dónde estamos en este mapa?" a lot today.
Southern Man spent a fair amount of time walking the beaches and admiring what he regards as the most beautiful of God's handiwork. Of course he didn't stare - that would be rude. He did glance a lot, though.
Baby Roswell and Norma at a cache right off the beach.
There were a couple of absolutely fantastic old trees near the spot where we met.
As the appointed time for departure approached we began to gather...
The group (again) plays a little beach volleyball.
Once back home Southern Man was nearing the hostel when he stumbled across a charity festival where delicious freshly-grilled meat and beer could be had!
Working the grill.
A delicious dinner.
Southern Man took his meal to the hostel and ate it and showered and updated the blog and is now plotting a day trip. We went by the bus station after we returned but they were already closed so it'll be a matter of showing up in the morning and hoping for the best...