Alan did not want to go anywhere near to Cadiz, thinking that it would be big, brash and dirty. Rota was none of those things and turned out to be another wonderful place. Here in the old town, we were lucky enough to be around as they held one of their festivals. In a square by the old church, stalls were set up and a stage erected and for a couple of nights all was well with the world as the local people put on song and dance. The stalls gave the opportunity for food and drink. We had a wonderful time here and made some new friends too. Young and old danced and sang for us and all wore traditional dress.