Visiting Vejer

Which of the following statements is true of my life during the past week:

a) The person in front of me at the grocery store bought 2 pineapples and 21 bags of mixed leaf salad.

b) I went to a little pueblo located on top of a cliff/hill called Vejer de la Frontera where all of the buildings are blindingly white and oh so cute.

c) Yesterday was the warmest, most Spring-like day of the year, which was promptly followed up by the storm of the century last night including rain and wind so intense it made its way through the window cracks and pooled up/flowed over the sills and onto the ground.

d) All of the above.


For those who are curious, the correct answer to the multiple choice question is indeed the option d). However, since the most interesting subject from the list above is b), that's what I'll talk about. On Saturday afternoon (the beautiful, warm, sunny day) my friends Cat, Lauren and I hopped on a bus to Vejer de la Frontera, a tiny little town about an hour and half away from Cádiz. It is one of the typical "Pueblos Blancos" ("White Villages") in the area, and while there's not actually a lot happening in the pueblo, it's still quite a cool visit. Vejer has everything you might expect of a Spanish pueblo: narrow winding cobblestone streets that are begging to be wandered on, a couple plazas with fountains and benches for the locals to while away the afternoon hours and of course some beautiful views of the surrounding landscape that demand to be taken in. Pretty much all we did was walk around and take pictures of Vejer's old church, castle, the aforementioned beautiful view and all of the other odd but charming features of the pueblo, architecture-wise and just otherwise. After being oh-so-Spanish by taking a late afternoon break for a leisurely cafe manchada, we still had a couple hours before the next (and last) bus to Cádiz to come by, so we bummed around the various Chinese bazaars (i.e. the only open stores) and looked at oh so many inexpensive things we didn't know were missing from our lives including a soccer ball sized tennis ball (I could scarcely resist this treasured item), a mask of a bare butt (to be worn on your hind-side), and pool noodles (those long tubular foam flotation devices) that emanate a pre-recorded laugh every time they are touched. I never realized so much crap existed in my life!
Anyway, the anticlimactic ending to this story is that we got on the bus when the time came and made it back to Cádiz without any incident. All in all a good Saturday afternoon adventure!