The Spaghetti Feast

Wow. Spain.

Cadiz is a great little city that I would certainly love to get to now a little better. Today was a long but fruitful day. It started off with me not being able to sleep with excitement and actually watching us pull into port out the window at about 645am. Then, incredibly excited, a bunch of us went out to explore the city a bit on our own. Unfortunately, our group ended up  I think  a little bigger than we would have liked. I don’t know if you have any experience traveling in large groups that are not lead, but its not easy. So after a lot of going one way and then another and some people wanting to stop and blah blah blah, a group of us that had a tour at 1230 broke off to pick up some lunch beforehand. Well this turned out to be more of an ordeal that we had expected. After rushing around trying to find real food, we finally found a place to sit down for a bit and get something. At this point we had about 45 minutes until we needed to be back to the port.

So we sat down and in my rusty Spanish sort of ordered, but I was honestly not completely sure about what I had ordered. Well time started to pass and we all started sweating bullets about getting back to the dock in time. Long story short, one of my friends inhaled a piping hot plate of spaghetti, we left before the second course of the meal and bolted making our tour barely on time. One of the guys that was with us thankfully wasn’t on the tour so we left him with some money. Later I found out that, although the waiter was upset with our leaving before the second course, the guy we left there got a big plate of lamb and French fries. The best lunch he ever had he said!

Anyways, the tour we took was a city orientation that was somewhat helpful, but more ran me down. By the end of the tour I was exhausted. I then met up with some other friends who had been shopping all day (I was and still am jealous) and we enjoyed some tapas before going to our Andalucian Flamenco Night.

Flamenco night was definitely not what I was expecting. We were all given some sherry and escorted to sit in an arena type thing. Then the show began. BEAUTIFUL horses pranced around in the ring surrounded by women dancing flamenco. Then there was a mock bull fight. It was pretty silly actually. The “bull” was really a calf and they were more teaching him to charge at the blankets. It was pretty cute actually. Then we went into a dining room where we ate assorted meats (the best I’ve had so far on this trip) and watched amazing Flamenco dancing!! Check out my facebook for videos eventually.

When we got back we went in search for Paella, but were ultimately unsuccessful. After being followed by a “creepy guy” who turned out to be crew on our ship, we returned to the ship for a well-deserved rest!

I know that past SAS students always say never sleep in port, but I don’t think I would survive! I don’t do well out late and I think I would be miserable the next day! Plus I’m not sure that I am really into the club scene. I guess it is just something that I will have to figure out on my own. Tomorrow I am off on the White Town Route. I’m not really sure what that is all about, but I am bound to come back with some great pictures!!
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I miss my kitties!! (there are tons of them all around Cadiz!)