Last night we decided that Cadiz was not really for us and so we should drive somewhere else today.
I think Lord Byron had a few too many here in Jerez and thought he was in Cadiz. For me Spain has restored her wonder and splendour.
Jerez is the spiritual and actually still the home of Sherry with divinely narrow streets and gorgeous buildings and ballestrades.
We started our visit at the Sandeman factory. The tour was facinating and we learnt how they moved sherry from casks four high from the top to the bottom. The last barrels nearest the floor were soleras which is like the Spanish word for floor.
They make the sherry from three main grapes Palomino, Ximienez and Moscatel. They make Fino, Amontillado and Oloroso from the Palomino grapes.
For the more superior sherrt varieties this is mixed with the Ximinez grape. The two we tried were Don Fino and Dry Don.
Some sherries they mature for twenty years. They only make 300 bottles of this type each year.
Then we went into town. This was very picturesque in parts. Although we took a few wrong turnings getting into Jerez.
We returned back to the hotel to get ready for our trip to Cordoba tomorrow.
