Feb 23 – So, for our last days in Puerto de la Cruz, we walked along the beach, browsed in the shops, visited churches, ate good food, and acted like the tourists that we are.
More of the lovely carved wooden balconies This statue of a fishmonger at the water’s edge reminded me of my Irish Grandpa singing Sweet Molly Malone…crying, “cockles and mussels alive alive oh!”When we turned the corner, I saw that I wasn’t the only one who was thinking of Molly MaloneThere are armaments to defend the Puerto…and a seaside museum of ship photos and modelsIn the same museum, we came across another image of a seated, tired JesusFaces in the streetIn the Iglesia de San Francisco……another seated, weary JesusA busker playing marimba…and one dressed like Elvis (?) singing Johnny CashAt the supermarket, the lady in charge of slicing the Iberian ham would not let me take a picture of the hams, so I had to sneak around the corner and snap surreptitiously!We watched the paragliders swoop overhead …until one landed right on the sidewalk, to the amazement of everybody A metallic palm treeAnd finally, all the way across town, wall art!And whale art!The little images are Bo Peep and her sheepThe city is setting up for Carneval celebrations – see El Teide in the background?…so it must be time for us to go home.Feb 26 – 90 minutes on the bus got us back to the southern part of the island where the airport is. We had a no-drama flight to Newark and actually caught an early flight home to Virginia. Our dog still loves us. We loved Tenerife!
Taking Our Time 