My Cadiz disappointment
I found an Airbnb host who lives close to the bus station and the beach, so I was set… or so I thought. When I arrived (from Sevilla by way of a day trip to Jerez de la Frontera) everything was fine. My host Yolanda and I got along off the bat and spoke entirely in Spanish. My room was big and comfortable, and I was shown a map of how close we are to Playa de la Caleta (the beach that is famous for a the scene in James Bond “Die Another Day” when Halle Berry emerges in an orange bikini).
The next morning I woke up excited for the beach, but as I went to the kitchen for the breakfast part of my “AirbnB”, I noticed the shutters were slamming against the window and the trees outside seemed to be bending over backwards. But what’s better than a bit of a breeze at the beach on a hot Andalusian day? So I walked to the beach, lay down to get comfortable, and all of a sudden a huge gust of wind carried half the beach’s sand and dropped it on top of me. And it hurt. Again and again, the wind would blow what felt like little needles of sand all over my face and body. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and 10 minutes later, I left.
My Cadiz surprise!
Later that night we went to Cambalache, a jazz bar that had a band playing. But it wasn’t just a regular jazz show, it was – get this – karaoke! The band would play your preferred song live, and you get up and sing along. Way better than those ridiculous music videos at karaoke bars in the States… (no, I didn’t sing .. this time).