Half way between Sevilla (Sa-vee-aa) and Jerez, I headed south at 9:24. With wind assaulting me from side to side and head on, compounded by unrelenting rain, I pedaled along in low gear for thirty miles, five hours. New cover for my helmet, glove covers and a ventilated rained jacket modified by yours truly helped me stay warm and modestly comfortable for the ride. Kilometer after kilometer creeping along, I reflected how I am one of the few Americans my age that has the stamina and guts to take on such challenges. When my generation is packing up, I revel at my drive and determination to not let age dictate my pursuits.
Finding my way into Jerez was a maddening affair. N4 turned into A4 (bikes prohibited) and there were no clearly marked signs leading the way. Politely asking for directions several times eventually led me into the city center. The tourist information set me up with a nice hotel for only forty euros. No hostel as I had planned but I figured I had earned a nicer place. High ceilings, marble stairs and trim, the Nuevo Hotel was a pleasant surprise. I may have stayed warm but my trapped body sweat soaked me to the bone. I jacked up the room heat and hung out all my riding gear with the hope that it will dry by morning. A luxurious long hot show and a nap followed, whereupon I went out for a sumptuous dinner. Strategically placed for privacy, I ate like a god. An after dinner Liqueur and desert has been my pleasure for the last several nights of dining out. Now for a solid nights sleep. Tomorrow, Cadiz is my destination where I have booked three nights. Cool place to stay plus I need a break from the rain.
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