Cadiz.

May 18, Cadiz.

Nothing like la belle de Cadiz but this small town is cute in its own right, brown brick and stately homes, and this sprawling park. On a sunny day this would be simply paradise, oh what paradise.
The field is so saturated you step on the grass and sink in water. The crew covered the ring with hay yet again, and the horses performed even though they don't under such conditions. People are not complaining, rather joking about the weather and what it means in terms of discomfort, for the crew setting up the tent and midway and for the artists dealing with muddy, dirty backstage areas in addition to wildly uneven grounds.
We're going into Pennsylvania tomorrow! (always loved the state, memories of working as an intern photojournalist at The News-Journal in Wilmington, Delaware, fifteen years ago and living next door in Pa, in gorgeous Mendenhall.)