Saturday was looking like the apocalypse.


Saturday was looking like the apocalypse.
Is there a way to start a year recap without sounding cheesy or overly optimistic (or these days, apocalyptic)? I don’t think so. So I’m going to dive right in.
When I meet people who are new to Gran Canaria, and ask where they should go, I always tell them to visit Tejeda.
Tejeda is in the center of the island, tucked in the mountains. Getting there is not easy: you have to drive through narrow roads that should be one-way streets, roads with curves so strong they’d put camel humpbacks to shame.
[Welcome to the vault of blog posts from the holidays that were unpublished – until now. Not wanting to spend the holidays crying alone in my apartment, I went on a mission to visit castles in the pueblos in the Community of Madrid. This quiet town taught me about the importance of community.]
I arrived at Buitrago de Lozoya at 9 o’clock in the morning. No one was outside.
Do you want to swim in water that’s as clear as as swimming pool?
Or how about a beach covered in crushed seashells?
Do you want to go snorkeling and see coral reefs?
Or, do you want to trek off the beaten path and walk on fossilized lava (at least, that’s what it looks like)?
Gran Canaria has more variety than I had even imagined, when it comes to the beach.