Feb 7 – can we top yesterday’s adventure for sheer excitement? I don’t think so, nor do I want to! Today we are walking up the teeny weeny elevation next to yesterday’s Montaña Roja. It is also called a mountain, but it’s just a bump in the landscape. The sign tells us it is called Montaña Bocinegro, literally the Black Horn, also the local name for the sea bream, a popular and plentiful Atlantic fish.
The shops are not open yet, but I just love the sentiments on this door. Only one who knows how to be small is great in life. For death or for life, food comes first! (It rhymes in Spanish)The Black Horn is just a bump to the left of yesterday’s mountain. We are up before the kite surfers. The wind seems milder today.We passed a morning yoga class, and a guy doing Tai Chi on the beachHere’s the start of the trailIn two shakes of a lamb’s tail we reached the top. Jim laughed when he read the sign (below)There may be a risk of falling, but we can’t see the height shown in this sign!My ta-da momentLooking behind us at the side of Montaña Roja that we didn’t see yesterday. Can you see the tiny people climbing up the trails?Here’s more of the red volcanic rock. The loose rock makes the path slippery – I’m glad I brought a hiking stick.See the flight of white birds?Google says these are “curious geological formations”. They look like a sea creature’s tunnels, but they are rock, not sand. We see them in several places along the beach.A bunker from WWII. Spain was officially neutral, but built bunkers out of fear of invasion from both sides. The Allies and the Axis both wanted use of the strategic Canary Islands, and it is said that Spain turned a blind eye when the Germans used the islands to resupply their U-boats.We continue to marvel at the kite surfers. We watched one young man as he repeatedly barreled toward shore, then lifted up into the air and flipped over with his board before landing gracefully back on the water. What fun!We drank a café con leche as we watched the surfers. I liked the mural depicting this little town.After supper we gathered with our fellow tourists to watch the setting of the sunWe were serenaded by this talented combo, who played songs from the last century like Fly Me to the Moon and All of Me. A young girl joined in to add French vocals to Strangers in the Night. Quite lovely.Farewell El Médano. You’ve been grand! ❤️
Taking Our Time 