As Vittorio and I went to Conil de la Frontera, we passed the hilltop town of Chiclana with a stark white church on the top of the prominence which caught my inquisitive eye. When it came time for my departure from the city of Cadiz, I made my way along a few dirt service roads to the beacon of Chiclana de la Frontera. I quickly learned as I saw the hill crested with churches from afar that in the labyrinth of the old city, those churches would not be easily found! After reaching the white domed church, which was closed for visitation sadly, I enjoyed the ride downhill! As I crossed from city life to the rural outskirts, a sweet smell came to me as I pedaled southward. This aroma was something that I had never experienced before but as I kept cycling along, I did recognize the sounds of a combine at work! I am not too sure what they thought of me on my bicycle with a loaded trailer stopped on the shoulder of the road watching them make their harvest of sunflower seeds, but I was enjoying every second of it! This was the first time in my life that I was able to watch how sunflowers were harvested and I was quite intrigued judging by the smile I could feel growing especially after the combine driver gave me a wave as he spun around to finish up the field. I do love exploring the cities of the world, but my heart still yearns to see the life of the countryside where the fields cover the earth like a patchwork quilt of golds, greens and amber at this time of year.