So,
we decided that since our first European Christmas failed to deliver a much
anticipated “white” Christmas, that as true Southern Hempisherians, we require
sun. A lot of sun. Otherwise we get grumpy, annoyed, irritated and generally
peeved off with everything and everyone...wait, I did say “we” and not “I”
right?
In
any event, we therefore jumped on a plane, clad in arctic wear (referred to as
winter clothes here, however, I always seem to look like the Michelin man) and
before we could click our heels, we arrived in sunny paradise, or as the locals
call it, Gran Canaria. Now, for those who do not live in the northern hemisphere,
winter is what I would call Chinese torture. It is long, just sufficient enough
to drive you crazy beyond belief, and right when you think you cannot deal with
it any more...it gets worse. So in order for sanity to prevail, the logical
answer was GET SUN.
Two
weeks of exquisite weather, long sunny days, beautiful countryside, walks along
the beach, driving insanely curvy roads along cliffs and on top of mountains, taking ferries and establishing that I am the worst travelling partner in the world, I suffer from severe motion sickness, spending
time trying to turn a less horrendous shade of luminous white, friendly people,
tasty food and drinks with umbrellas ensued...what bliss.
Not only could almost
every Canario (local person living in
the Canary Islands) speak English (what a relief, sometimes you just run out of
Spanish words!), we could enjoy some international activities which we are
unable to get in Madrid. Stop laughing, I am not talking about
crazy things like the Russians putting people in enormous plastic balls and pushing
them off cliffs, I am talking about being able to enjoy an English breakfast
whenever you want. And drinking Appletizer like water. And buying any English
magazine you can think of without having to commute into town to get it. And
being able to choose between Spanish food and other food, not that I dislike
Spanish food, but it is nice to have a variety of choices. Did I mention
Appletizer? Yes I admit I am a fan.
My
fondest memory? There are so many... in northern Gran Canaria we visited a
small town called Teror, and we had the pleasure of being served by a woman
who, as soon as she heard we could speak some Spanish, proceeded to not only
order our food for us (all traditional dishes like pappas con mago, ropa de viejo
and the like) but also to dish up for us all whilst singing “Feliz Navidad”.
Without her bottom teeth. As we were leaving, she told us that Christmas 2012
was the first year she was spending without her brother who had died the previous
year around the same time, and she had, that morning, gone to put flowers on
his grave, and as such, she was very low, however, meeting us and talking to us
had made her happy. It could be sales talk, however, she made that day
memorable for us.
In
Tenerife, we for the first time ever saw (and spent time on) volcanic sand
beaches. Yes, we were the tourists who took thousands of photos and are now
disgusted we did not take more photos.
We
were also lucky enough to have the most exquisite views from where we stayed,
which we loved since our urban jungle view can drive you too drink, and we
spent many a hour sipping Ron Miel (rum with honey, trust me, another great
Spanish invention) and gazing at the sunsets.
And
as such, we are back in Madrid, planning many more such trips in the future.
And as 2013 kicked off with a bang, here are our two cents worth: give it horns
and enjoy the ride this year!