We’d been in Tenerife since late March. Sadly, all good things come to an end:
It was fun and a learning experience. I knew little about Tenerife besides its “reputation.” And, yes, you can spend your entire time drunk in a British-themed pub if that’s what you want. But it’s not just a “party” island. It’s a gorgeous place, with magnificent vistas, too.
And it’s not just “full” of British. The European nationalities I recall encountering besides British and Spanish (yes, they are there): French, Belgian, German, Serbian, Russian, Italian, Dutch, Irish, and Swedish. Those are just the ones I can remember right now. I’ve probably left a few out.
Also, I realize I heard not a single other American the entire time – in seven weeks. The “closest” was that Canadian and Japanese married couple with whom we’d been on a hill walk. They lived in London, and the man was from Ontario.
When we landed at Gatwick airport last night around 11pm, guess what it was doing? C’mon, it’s England in the spring: it was raining. And I mean, by the time we were out on the M25, it was POURING!
From March 23 through May 10 in Los Cristianos, we experienced exactly five (5!) rain “events” – none of which lasted really more than about 45 minutes. And two of them occurred in only the last few days.
Okay, back to “normal” now. Whatever that is. I’ve got a new novel to work on. 🙂