My other standard sensation upon leaving is nervousness: which bus, where to get off, how to get to the hotel, and does the hotel itself present any surprises? No problem with any of that today, a windy day but sunny like all the other ones.
Here's Cadiz looking east from the rooftop of my hotel:
Here's the wind, looking west:
Maybe Columbus sailed from Cadiz in that wind.
And here's Inclusero, the capable scape-bull: