My dearest friends,
It is with a most fulfilled and happy heart that I writing to you today. Why, you ask, am I not my normal prone-to-complaining self? Well, darling, I think that a week (not really quite a full week, but I’m so content, I’m rounding up) at la playa, quite like an hour in the presence of a bouncy, non-colicky baby, is enough therapeutic relief to amerliorate a month’s worth of stress. Since I’ve been living a relatively easy life here in Madrid, this surplus of chill has rendered me quite giddy ALL THE TIME.
Anyway, here’s what happened. September was dedicated to the “intensive spanish language learning course” that I felt compelled to take because after all, I’m in Spain to learn Spanish, not just have a good time. Final exams and papers were on Monday, and I had a good week to sleep in before classes were to begin again (tomorrow).
Perfect time for a vacation? Absolutely. A few friends and I decided to nightbus it to Cadiz (in Andalusia, on the Costa de Luz of southern Spain). Here’s what ensued:
Four days of beaching. Dips in the Atlantic? Why not?
^From a visit to the Torre Tavira, an ancient watchtower with this Big Brother-like camera oscura which facilitates the spying on of neighbors in real time. If the tour guide wanted, she could probably have zoomed in on some guy picking his nose on the other side of Cadiz. Pretty neat-o.
The catedral of Cadiz is pretty nice.
And any visit wouldn’t be complete without a goodbye sunset foto. Too bad it was cloudy. Wondrous nonetheless.
OH, I meant to write about the Rastro before I left Madrid. It’s this open air market that sells a bunch of cool handmade/hippie stuff. I bought the leather bag I’d been lusting after for couple weeks. Great way to spend a Sunday morning. Sure beats blogging. JK.
Now I’m off to do laundry. I think I might be on my last pair of clean underwear, so it’s quite a [de]pressing matter. Hasta luego.
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