This is a story about these three unfortunate events, in this order:
1. I wore a dress for a leisurely stroll in the sand dunes in Maspalomas.
2. I almost got first degree burns on my feet.
3. I had wardrobe malfunction in front of two tourists.
Allow me to explain.
Imagine this: you wake up in a colorful port town with white houses drenched in colorful flowers wherever you go.
Imagine you could almost taste the salt water in the air, as you walked past boat after boat after boat.
Imagine cloudless skies, summer sun rays …
And you have the whole place to yourself.
That’s how my trip to Puerto de Mogán started.
Continue reading “24 Pictures of Puerto de Mogán, the Little Venice of Gran Canaria”
Following your dreams is like walking into a crater. It’s all fun and games at first, but then, things start to get weird.
[Welcome to the vault of blog posts from the holidays that were unpublished – until now.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.
