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.
[Welcome to the vault of blog posts from the holidays that were unpublished – until now.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 castle was my favorite.]
“I thought the castle would be bigger,” I thought as the bus pulled into the village.
Do you ever have moments where you look around you, and wonder, how in the world did I end up here?!
That’s how I’ve felt ever since I arrived in Gran Canaria.
I’ve been in many scary travel scenarios over the years.
In Chile, I missed my night bus to a new city. The only people I could ask for help were two bus drivers in an empty parking lot.
In Colombia, on my second day in the country, my friend and I missed our bus stop. So, we had to walk twenty minutes in the dark, on the side of the road, all the way back to the finca (a Colombian country house).
