The colours are striking, blue sky, reflected in a equally blue pool; the sun rays, like shining crystals, sparkled and twinkled, like bright little stars. Trees of various shades of green, tropical flowers of red, pink, orange, white and any other colours in between, and cactus, wondrous formations of different shapes and spikiness, not to mention the burst of flowers at the tip, displaying amazing beauty and grace. They are not the usual kind; a combination of tough thorns and soft petals.
The sun is setting, from a big bright, blazing fireball, slowly shrinking to an orange half dome until it completely disappears on the horizon. The sea sparkles and shimmers with shining reflections, as the surfers ride the crushing waves, up and down, up and down and then fall! It is a thrill even just to watch, as we stand on the shore, safe on the solid ground and behind a stone fence. A band is displaying.
“Go and put this euro into their box and ask them nicely to play Jimmy Hendrix”. John said to me. I obliged.
The young Spanish trio were brilliant. They played a tune, which was not Voodoo Child, but it was one of Hendrix’s tunes. I moved my body with the rhythm, smiling, happiness travelling from the depth of my heart, soul and finding its expression in my eyes and on my face. As the sun continued its descent, the music echoed with the waves in the background.
The next day, at around 5.30pm, we left our hotel to head to Maspolomas beach again. The Canary Islands are a lot closer to Africa than Europe, hence longer days and warm climes. We found seats in one of several restaurants and bars along the promenade along the beach, me ordering a cooling ‘Sex on the Beach’ and John ‘Pina Colada’, among the many tempting cocktails on offer. We cast eyes towards the shimmering Atlantic ocean, waiting patiently for the sun to set.
If there was a paradise somewhere on earth, this could be it, I thought. No worries, no stress, just simple pleasures of relaxing with a fine company, sipping a chilled drink, listening to the sound of the ocean, and feasting our eyes on a Nature wonder which never ceases to amaze me, no matter how many times I have watched it, and where.
During the day, when we were not out exploring, we joined the sun bathers by the pools in our hotel. I had my iPad which provided both music to the ears and kindle books for my eyes: soul food. Life was easy, and good, far from the maddening crowd.
Once in a while, we dipped into the pool. Lopesan Baobab Resort has most lovely pools. You can swim in the main pool downstream, or upstream, and it goes round, under little bridges, poolside bars and other guests, sunbathing with a book and sunblock. Couples, families, old and young, all out there, topping up much needed vitamin D and enjoying the warm caresses of the African sun.
The week before Christmas 2015 saw us visiting Gran Canaria for the third time. Like before, we were greeted by awesome natural beauty, tantalising choices of Spanish cuisine, especially seafood, and of course, the abundance of sunshine, which was the main reason why Northern Europeans, many of them Brits, flocked to it every winter.
We did not want to come back to England. Now only a couple of weeks on our return, I am already thinking of when we can head back there again.
Next week, I’ll share more reminisces of this magical island and her many delights. Here are a few more pictures, just to remind us what we are missing.