The port of Cadiz was our next day’s excursion.  Founded 3,000 years ago, it is the oldest continuously inhabited city in Spain and is situated on a narrow slice of land surrounded by the sea.  We visited an archeological museum called the Casa del Obispo.  Just outside the Cathedral of Cadiz’s eastern exterior wall there was an expansive museum of glass walkways that took us over excavated Roman ruins and spanned events in Cadiz’s history from the 8th century BC up until the 18th century.  It served as a Phonecian funerary complex, a Roman temple, a mosque, and then became Episcopal in the 16th century.  Each of the different peoples who settled the city left an important cultural imprint.  Their influence still remains in the character of its people.  What I remember most is our obese, sweaty guide attempting to lead us through the (essentially) nude beach in order to observe one of the cities ancient fortifying walls.  Something tells me it could have been viewed elsewhere and Burk and I decided to sit that one out.  Call me a prudish American but it was just too shocking with everyone exposed like that.  All the men wore thongs with the tiniest scrap holding the front of them in … sort of holding them in.  It was worse than any Texas strip club and frankly I found it traumatizing.  I was not about to schlepp in between naked people fully clothed — history lover or no.  The English poet Robert Browning said, “Perhaps one has to be very old before one learns to be amused rather than shocked.”  All I can say is it was an eye opening experience.