Good evening from Cádiz – where the breeze smells of ocean, orange blossoms, and sometimes a sudden wave of incense from a tiny church you didn’t notice. The old city is a maze of faded colourful walls, rough iron balconies, and hidden courtyards and cafes. It feels ancient, but alive. Like time got lost here and decided to stay

(Funny how 24 hours can flip the script – yesterday I was in so much pain, this place felt like a shithall. Today, it feels like magic again)