Cathedral Views and Eggplant Missions

Bench Battles and Quirky Breakfasts

The restaurant opened for breakfast at 8:30am, and by the time we arrived at 8:45, five tables were already full. Ros noticed a pattern: each couple sat with the woman on the bench seat and the man relegated to the hard chair. One couple arrived late—both made a beeline for the bench, but after a silent standoff, she claimed it and he slumped into the chair. A true study in silent negotiations.

The breakfast menu matched the vibe: quirky and interactive. Made from paper mâché, it offered a space on the back for guests to leave pencilled notes for future diners. The food options were simple—choose tea or coffee, a juice, one type of bread, and either a cooked breakfast or fruit and yoghurt.

Cathedral Crypts and Circular Climbs

With the Cathedral right outside our door, we couldn’t skip a visit. Inside was stunning—chapels lined the walls and nets hung overhead to catch falling plaster. The crypt was equally impressive.

Ros and Aron opted for a rest while I tackled the bell tower. I made a false start—took the room key and shut everything off, including the aircon. A quick return and hand-off later, I was on my way again. The tower stood 130 metres tall, with a circular ramp instead of stairs—until the last steep stretch. The views over Cádiz and the ocean breeze were absolutely worth the climb. Getting down was slower thanks to a large group ahead, but still satisfying.

Cheeseburgers and Quirky Cuisine

By lunch we were getting hungry. Aron was craving homemade chicken soup and found a place nearby. On the way, indecision hit—but I was hungry and Macca’s was right there. One cheeseburger later, we regrouped and all headed back to the hotel restaurant. Ten minutes later, seated and content.

The menu turned out to be fantastic—unexpectedly good flavours that satisfied everyone. Aron got the "chef's interpretation of grandmother's chicken soup".

Grass, Gardens and Sunseekers

Post-siesta, we wandered over to the botanical gardens. I finally found my first patch of grass in Spain—rare amid all the pavement and dust. A small bar inside the gardens was a welcome break spot.

We continued to the beach, still busy at 7pm with sunbathers enjoying the heat. On our way back, we passed the street we’d dined at the night before—just 200 metres from the water. A literal hop, skip and a jump.

Along the way we took a sneaky little photo with Ros, Aron and a giant dick.

The Hunt for Eggplant

Before dinner, we stopped by the Roman Theatre. Unfortunately, it was closed at night, so we settled for a quick peek through the gates. Our real mission was dinner—and specifically, Ros’s quest for eggplant drenched in molasses ("Berenjenas con miel").

The first promising spot was fully booked, but a short stroll led us to another restaurant that had both eggplant and a free table. Mission accomplished.

I ordered a burger that was too big for me to finish; Aron had pizza. By 9:30pm, we were finally eating—another late Spanish dinner that ended with a slow wander back to the hotel and an early night.