Eight Hours In Cádiz

On this trip Sevilla was planned for the last stop before heading back. We saved big dough by delaying our return until Monday the following week, so Sevilla was stretched to a five-day stay. There’s not all that much in Sevilla, and the plan was to spend a few days on side trips. After more than 18 days on the road we decided one side trip would be enough. Cádiz was it.

Look at a map. Cádiz is on a spit of land jutting out into the Atlantic Ocean. It could be that’s why the ancient Phoenicians latched onto it as a port and as a military outpost. It’s supposedly the oldest city on the European continent, which is one of it’s attractions. As I get older I appreciate mature things.

The trip to Cádiz could not have been less painful. Breakfast at the hotel (free), across the street to the train station, and purchase two round-trip tickets to Cádiz. And what a bargain. 14€ each person each way (it’s cheaper to purchase round-trip), and we hop on. Reserved seats, an hour and 35 minutes with a few stops, speeds up to 100 mph. Arrive in Cádiz refreshed.


That’s where the adventure started. I did not know Cádiz from Shinola. Barbara said get outside the station so she could use the GPS feature on her Samsung tablet. Not such a good idea. Maybe we should go back into the train station and get a map. No (Barbara). It’s too far. We’ve already walked a quarter of a mile to get here to the street. So we plunged into the town, never the foggiest clue were we were.

“We need to find a news stand.” “Where?” “Anywhere but here. We need to keep going and get out of this maze of narrow streets.” Finally, an hour after we arrived that finally happened.


4.5€, and our map problem was solved. The train station has restrooms, and a stop by there later disclosed there is a tourist office with maps.

Exploring Cádiz turned up the usual parade of quaint, narrow streets, spacious and picturesque plazas, and a thriving central market. See the following.







The ancient fortifications are worth the walk. And it is some walk. A causeway stretches from the city sea wall out to the edge of the rocky shelf in the ocean.


Modern Spain has buttressed the sea wall with great stone blocks, the home for sea birds and countless cats.



Fishermen and oceanologists invade the shallows in search of whatever.


A modern port facility shares the skyline with yesterday’s architecture.



The Burger King across from the train station was a nice place to relax and to finish out the day waiting for our train to Sevilla.




About John Blanton

I'm a retired engineer living in San Antonio, Texas. I have served in the Navy, raced motorcycles, taken scads of photos and am usually a nice guy. I have political and religious opinions, and these opinions tend to be driven by an excess of observed stupidity. Gross stupidity is the supposed target of many of my posts.
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