Cádiz in the background. Vows like a proclamation, a love speech, you say “YES”. Sherry wine, virgin olive oil. The sea in your mouth, the sound of habaneras. Guitars, clapping, tangos, rumbas. Flowers in the air. Mystery. Torrijas. You dance, your friends surround you. Laughter, jokes. The most amazing wedding ever.

An elegant, tinted-windows car picks you up. Comfort and complimentary surprises inside. You enjoy the road. The locks click, the doors open for you, barrels emerge and an unmistakable aroma of wood, salt and albariza takes over your body. Almost in the dark, the winery reveals its secrets to you, you breathe, you smell, you squeeze each sip and you get goosebumps because you have never before understood how much value that wine has. The plates are brought to the table, it smells like hot bread, prawns and chickpeas. Friendly, simple, different talk. Singing. Unforgettable.

Payoyo cheese and Iberian ham. Potatoes with chocos, fideítos with mackerel. Salicornia. Garlic and paprika with Tío Pepe with clams. You dip bread, you don’t deprive yourself, no one judges. Torrijas, the best Pedro Ximenez. Laughter, toasts. Hugs to the cook. You feel like you’ve never experienced cuisine before. You only have room to sail on a magnificent sailboat, around the Bay. A memorable sunset.

Both Cádiz before my window, Far little cup, that morning I could contemplate. Land, ready driver. You wake up the city, stroll the Alameda, and meet La Guapa. It smells of tar everywhere, surrounded by blue and friendly waves. Lady of Cádiz, Cathedral, 1812. Wine and tapas. Tavern atmosphere, Camarón. Stories of French and piconeras. Boats under the sun, high views, you understand the sequence, the history, and its mark, 18th-century facades, oyster harvesters, and vintage everywhere, La Palma, Greñúo, and the Old Prison. Seafood bites for lunch, liquid glories of pairing. Our surprise courtesy. Full return. You will want to come back.

Realist and surrealist, with impressionist light and stunning stroke. It opens its home to you, you discover its arsenal of colors and forms. Intense, carefree conversation. Coffee. We share memories, history, and the process. We go to the artwork, it is shown only to your eyes. You understand, you know, you satisfy. Calm walk, hidden workshop, marvelous hands. Palo cortado, elegant shrimp lace, lunch with a discussion. Our details surprise you. You do business and have enjoyed it.

And if I get up and look at the sky, I give thanks and dedicate my time to whom I want. What does not contribute, is far away. Welcome to your inner peace. Light abounds. You take a deep breath. Days of gong, bowls, Tibet, Patanjali. Mantras and empowerment. Days for you. Oils, aromas, shared meals, beauty. Crying, laughing, yawning, sleeping. Explosion of feelings, emotions, sensations. Our cuddles everywhere. Understanding, joy, meditation. You find calm. Nights of dancing, candles, slow food, talks, and silences. Your wings grow and you learn to fly. It’s your turn to be happy.

You wake up, a colorful breakfast awaits you. An elegant car to take off with friends. Unexpected details. Golden and blue horizon. Hammocks, booths, linens and hats. Percussion. Polarbox, tapas, cavas, wines and champagnes. Bossa nova, celebrating life. You move to the rhythm of a very Andalusian DJ. Bathing in the sea again and again. New faces, crossed glances. You choose your lunch with incredible flavors. The sun sets and you go sailing. Music, party. Afternoon snacks, cocktails, jelly beans. The night is endless.