Finally on the pedals

  8:50 I was on my way out of Sevilla but wasted a good hour before finding  a route to escape the city’s gravitational pull.  Locating back roads is a challenge given the emphasis on the high speed freeways. A4 south toward Cadez thinned out with each kilometer but as the hours clicked by, the wind accelerated.  I took refuge in the village of Quinteros, finessed a baguette sandwich from the market owner. Chilled for a short time and off I off I pedaled south into the wind. Thirty miles to Jerez became an unrealistic option as the afternoon progressed and the rain clouds moved overhead.  Alas a hotel truck stop in the middle of nowhere. Farmland on all four sides, not a town in site, as if the gods had put the hotel there as my salvation from the deteriorating weather.  I checked in to a modest room, shower and civilized Cena.  My new translation app has proved invaluable in the back country where speaking English is not an option.  This oasis is essential a truck stop but a much classier version than our operations.  I ate like it was my last supper and now for some Spanish televising and a good nights sleep. Thirty miles today, with wind and rain for the next several days, my progress will be slow, wet and challenging. Jerez tomorrow, Cadiz the day after.  God willing.