FORGIVEN
I’ve had the pleasure of two free late afternoon strolls along the seawall. The park that surrounds Cadiz is lush with tropical size trees and a topiary garden that features gigantic carved cedars. The weather is so cool, I’ve almost had to turn around and get a sweater.
I’ve always said I love Granada the most in Spain, but the truth is this year I realized that after five years it is Cadiz I love more. It was love at first sight with Granada and Cadiz has taken time to love. It’s sleepier here, Granada this year felt like a bustling city, while the return to Cadiz was like worn slippers – comfortable and desirable.
I went to my favorite gallery here, an offshoot of the University of Cadiz – a modern building housed in a century old one. The exhibits were okay – not as compelling as those of the past years – this year was an artist named Costus – strangely colorful backlit pop – while another artist had self-photographs along with apologies for everyone. I love this little gallery by the sea.
And more importantly I love being reminded that I am forgiven.
