After 8 full days of walking, meeting new people and sightseeing across Spain, I arrived in Sevilla and listened to what my body and mind were telling me and decided to take a day off from all the traveling. (Funny how I needed a break from my vacation... #firstworldproblems) I asked the concierge at my hostel for directions on how to get to Cádiz, a small port town in Andalucia about an hour away from Sevilla.
In Cádiz... After an indulgent meal of a dozen or so langostinos and a glass of wine, I bought a few sandwiches to go at Cervecería 100 Montaditos, a gigantic bottle of water, and walked to the beach. To my surprise, there were quite a few Spanish girls at the beach by themselves enjoying the sun, rinsing off in the Atlantic when it got hot, and never worrying about tan lines as they shoved their cumbersome bikini tops in their bags the second they found the perfect spot to lay their towels. I finally learned how to properly enjoy the beach that day. Exhilarating.
Cádiz was completely unplanned but absolutely necessary as it allowed for me to reflect on what I had accomplished and recharge for what was ahead. This day was unexpectedly one of the most memorable and special days in Spain.