The Good the Bad and the….
There are several words you could insert into this sentence when it comes to Lanzarote. I’ll give you a few options, you can choose your favourite.
Windy: Lanzarote is singularly the most windy place I’ve ever been. I will never again complain about cycling in a bit of a breeze at home after grinding halfway across the island into a 20 mile an hour wind yesterday. Which then conveniently turned around at lunchtime and made cycling home again equally hard. The bikes are going back to the shop today, I’m not playing anymore.
Rocky: given that we’re holidaying on a huge volcano, it’s unsurprising to find that there is lava everywhere. Not the hot kind but the solidified, sharp, uninviting kind. It’s amazing to look at but completely barren- there are no trees at all, apart from those in plant pots in people’s gardens. There is a distinct lack of wildlife too, apart from the natives. Yesterday I actually spotted some brown sheep- which turned out to be shrubs; and a donkey- which turned out to be wooden. *note to self: make opticians appointment*. As I said, no wildlife. Apart from the bug the size of my head that we found in the villa today. THAT will be going on my feedback form….
Yummy: the food out here is amazing. We’ve eaten everything from pasta to pizza to prawns to pistachio ice cream. Last night we went to a proper pukka local restaurant that is only open twice a week and had the most delicious meal we’ve had in a long time. I have done that true holiday thing and eaten my body weight in beautiful bread, not to mention desserts, including a chocolate fondant with caramel ice cream AND swirly toffee stuff on the top. I’ve brought VERY stretchy clothing to travel home in.
Ugly: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and this island is no exception: it is a bit ugly but in the words of that famous Welsh poet, it’s ‘ugly lovely’. The lava fields are fascinating; the mountains are bare but beautiful; the Atlantic coastline is rugged and rocky. Ugly lovely sums it up nicely.
But all good things must come to an end and Blighty beckons tomorrow. I can’t wait to get back to the cold, wind and rain. Christmas is looming on the horizon and I haven’t even thought about it yet.
I wonder if it’s too late to ask Santa for a fortnight in Lanzarote?