Re: FANTASTIC FRIDAY
Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 10:17 am
Back in Europe!!!!
Wednesday was Cadiz. Our first day without a formal tour. We got going in a leisurely fashion, sleeping in a bit and letting the others head up to breakfast before their tours.
We walked off the ship and almost directly into town. It would have been directly but we had to walk out of the port first.
We walked and walked. Over the next couple of hours we explored the medieval and Roman parts of the city, enjoying getting 'lost' in the maze of narrow streets. There are published walking tours, with the route marked on the cobblestones by a solid line corresponding to whichever walk you are taking.
That makes the navigation much easier – at least until you get to a small square where the green line we are following exits each of the three alleys leading into the square!
And the beach! It was stunning and took our breath away.
We returned to the ship for lunch and then headed out to take a local bus to the end of the line. Beyond that was a beach for Ken. We split up at that point and I started to walk back to the ship along the beachfront promenade.
The views were stunning but after a while I turned into the streets and wondered around there. I wanted to go to El Corte Inglés, a Spanish department store, so followed the signs directing traffic to their parking lot. Along the way, I went into a large supermarket, came out, lost sight of the directions signs, so wandered aimlessly through a series of residential apartment buildings, stopping to have a rest on a bench by a children's playground so I could watch the little ones playing.
While sitting there, a siren blasted and I checked my watch. It was 2 p.m. time for siesta. The store hours are 10 - 1:30 or 2:00 and the 5 or 5:30 until 9. Big stores stay open, but the small stores and many cafes close up at this time. Even many of the souvenir shops close, making it hard to buy anything if you are on tour in the morning and all-aboard time is 5 p.m.
Deciding that I really had no clue where I was, I walked towards water. Cadiz is effectively an island, connected to the mainland by a bridge and an isthmus. So walking towards the water is an effective way of oriented oneself. It helps that one side of the island is beach so if there is no beach or isthmus, I'm obviously on the other side of the island!
Thus oriented once more, I headed back towards the port and within a block stumbled across El Corte Inglés. I went in and was amazed at the size of the place. It is a department store, I think on a quality of goods par with Macy's but with a much wider selection. Within the store was a Walmart style HyperDino store, with checkouts that lead you back into the department store. That sells food and cheaper clothing and housewares and goodness knows what else because I was too tired to stroll around it too.
The El Corte Inglés had 6 storeys and I really just explored two of them. The basement had all sorts of furniture, appliances and bathroom fixtures. European bathroom options are so much more imaginative than North American ones! On the main floor was a large perfume/makeup/jewelry department, a large pharmacy and lots and lots of accessories. Plus a great purse department. I was getting rather tired now and still had a long walk back to the ship so decided to use the restroom and head out once more.
I had walked about a block when I came upon a bus shelter that had a map of the bus system on it. That showed me that I had a long walk still and a bus pulled up headed to Plaza D'Espana so I hopped on. That one Euro was well spent even though I only went about 1.5km. Most of that was very boring with high walls on either side of the road: the port on one side and the train yards on the other, so I missed nothing by whizzing by it all on the bus.
I rested again at Plaza D'Espana, then walked back through a part of the walking tour that we missed in the morning and then back to the ship. The crew member manning the gangway smiled as I walked up and said the Mr. Holman had told him to tell me he was in the steam room.
I walked 7.3 km in the afternoon, for a total of 10 km for the day. And was very, very, sore so immediately did a round of physio when I got back to the cabin. Ken came back and we went up for tea. I ended up having 4 items off the 'tower' (three level plate of tea sandwiches and pastries) as well as my scone!
I love Cadiz and we will be back, not for a short visit but for at least a few weeks, renting an apartment either overlooking the beach or on one of the picturesque medieval streets we passed. We'll laze on the beach, explore the nooks and crannies of this charming town and take the train, ferry or bus for day trips to explore other areas along the south of Spain.
Wednesday was Cadiz. Our first day without a formal tour. We got going in a leisurely fashion, sleeping in a bit and letting the others head up to breakfast before their tours.
We walked off the ship and almost directly into town. It would have been directly but we had to walk out of the port first.
We walked and walked. Over the next couple of hours we explored the medieval and Roman parts of the city, enjoying getting 'lost' in the maze of narrow streets. There are published walking tours, with the route marked on the cobblestones by a solid line corresponding to whichever walk you are taking.
That makes the navigation much easier – at least until you get to a small square where the green line we are following exits each of the three alleys leading into the square!
And the beach! It was stunning and took our breath away.
We returned to the ship for lunch and then headed out to take a local bus to the end of the line. Beyond that was a beach for Ken. We split up at that point and I started to walk back to the ship along the beachfront promenade.
The views were stunning but after a while I turned into the streets and wondered around there. I wanted to go to El Corte Inglés, a Spanish department store, so followed the signs directing traffic to their parking lot. Along the way, I went into a large supermarket, came out, lost sight of the directions signs, so wandered aimlessly through a series of residential apartment buildings, stopping to have a rest on a bench by a children's playground so I could watch the little ones playing.
While sitting there, a siren blasted and I checked my watch. It was 2 p.m. time for siesta. The store hours are 10 - 1:30 or 2:00 and the 5 or 5:30 until 9. Big stores stay open, but the small stores and many cafes close up at this time. Even many of the souvenir shops close, making it hard to buy anything if you are on tour in the morning and all-aboard time is 5 p.m.
Deciding that I really had no clue where I was, I walked towards water. Cadiz is effectively an island, connected to the mainland by a bridge and an isthmus. So walking towards the water is an effective way of oriented oneself. It helps that one side of the island is beach so if there is no beach or isthmus, I'm obviously on the other side of the island!
Thus oriented once more, I headed back towards the port and within a block stumbled across El Corte Inglés. I went in and was amazed at the size of the place. It is a department store, I think on a quality of goods par with Macy's but with a much wider selection. Within the store was a Walmart style HyperDino store, with checkouts that lead you back into the department store. That sells food and cheaper clothing and housewares and goodness knows what else because I was too tired to stroll around it too.
The El Corte Inglés had 6 storeys and I really just explored two of them. The basement had all sorts of furniture, appliances and bathroom fixtures. European bathroom options are so much more imaginative than North American ones! On the main floor was a large perfume/makeup/jewelry department, a large pharmacy and lots and lots of accessories. Plus a great purse department. I was getting rather tired now and still had a long walk back to the ship so decided to use the restroom and head out once more.
I had walked about a block when I came upon a bus shelter that had a map of the bus system on it. That showed me that I had a long walk still and a bus pulled up headed to Plaza D'Espana so I hopped on. That one Euro was well spent even though I only went about 1.5km. Most of that was very boring with high walls on either side of the road: the port on one side and the train yards on the other, so I missed nothing by whizzing by it all on the bus.
I rested again at Plaza D'Espana, then walked back through a part of the walking tour that we missed in the morning and then back to the ship. The crew member manning the gangway smiled as I walked up and said the Mr. Holman had told him to tell me he was in the steam room.
I walked 7.3 km in the afternoon, for a total of 10 km for the day. And was very, very, sore so immediately did a round of physio when I got back to the cabin. Ken came back and we went up for tea. I ended up having 4 items off the 'tower' (three level plate of tea sandwiches and pastries) as well as my scone!
I love Cadiz and we will be back, not for a short visit but for at least a few weeks, renting an apartment either overlooking the beach or on one of the picturesque medieval streets we passed. We'll laze on the beach, explore the nooks and crannies of this charming town and take the train, ferry or bus for day trips to explore other areas along the south of Spain.