Postcards: Moments from Cádiz
When you’re in Cadiz with a Greek, two things are guaranteed to happen: one, you will gorge yourself on seafood; and two, the trip will be one big fiesta. It’s Friday night in the old city and we are bar-hopping through its cobbled streets. The mournful strains of a saeta emanate from a converted market hall and the city’s 18 to 20 something-year olds are out in force.
We duck inside the Cuba-themed “Havana Bar”, an eclectic, relaxed establishment that serves up a mean mojito. Two streets away another place echoes with the unique sound of flamenco, courtesy of a captivating live band. Towards the end of the night we even visit the local Irish pub, where my friend gets slobbered over by a very inebriated Australian.
While the daylight hours were not necessarily as wild, they proved to be everything I was looking for out of a last-minute weekend break. When we were not sightseeing or wandering the old town, we whiled away the hours by the beachside promenade, sipping at our cocktails and watching the sunset over La Caleta.
In hindsight I have my friend Marios to thank for making the trip what it was. Even if it meant dragging me out of the hotel room when I was practically dead to the world. But a few beers can’t hurt right?