cruisin’ the island

We got up really late (must have been around 11 or so), had a fabulous breakfast with the typical fruits from the garden, packed our things and drove to Rastro market in El Argual. A lot of leather, attire made of lava stone and hotchpotch. The nearby glassblowing had some nice things in the show and was off course run by Germans… who else? 😉
Than we proceeded and headed down to Tazacorte, where the Spanish conquestador Alonso Fernández de Lugo took over the island and Tanausu was defeated, after he was ambushed. The beach, right beside the new-old open seawater pool that should have been finished a couple of years ago, was great. Black sand, the skyline of that unfinished swimming pool on the other side and small but powerful waves. In the nearby Kioscos we ate fish and drove back home.

That night Karin and her son Luca joined us for dinner. We ate and drank and talked the night away. We went to bed really late and the whole night a storm was blustered around the garden. Isn’t it strange that mother nature can steal your sleeping well in the same manner the aircrafts at home do?