About 3 weeks ago, Whitney and I took another beach
adventure, but this time to Fuerteventura in the Canary Islands. Life is rough.
After taking the 9pm bus into Madrid and getting in around
11pm, we went over to Juan’s place to crash until he would drive us to the
airport at 4am. Good man. At the
airport, though tired, we were able to appreciate that we hadn’t been two of
the unfortunate souls who had spent the whole night on the floor or the luggage
belts of Barajas. Been there, done that, no thank you.
Once we boarded our flight and got our exit row seats (with
no drama this time), we set off. We landed in Fuerteventura a couple of hours
later and only knew which bus to take to get to our hostel, but not actually
where the hostel was. This led to a lot
of wasted time walking around until we used GoogleMaps on Whitney’s phone and
finally found our hostel...or should I say hotel. It was an amazing place. For
(if you stay the 3 night minimum) 16 euros each a night or (for our two nights)
20 euros each a night, it was a legitimate hotel. It had a small kitchen in the
room, a nice bathroom, and comfortable beds.
The best part was the pool...it was complete with two cabanas, a normal
pool, and either a sun-tanning pool or a baby pool (we couldn’t completely
decide its intended purpose). Also, the hotel guy said we were the first
Americans he had ever seen there. We thought surely he must mean that day.
Once we had changed into our bathing suits and made a quick
stop at the supermarket to pick up things for lunch, we walked over to the
beach near the hotel. It was a much more “beachy” atmosphere than Cagliari had
been. The beautiful turquoise-blue
waters were surrounded by a busy boardwalk and the beaches, though not overrun,
were definitely crowded. We spent the
rest of the afternoon on the beach, soaking up the sun. Then when the wind became too strong, we went
to the hotel pool to soak up the sun a little more. It wasn’t until we got back
to our room than we realized how much sun we had soaked up. Despite putting on and
reapplying lots of sunscreen, I guess the African sun just was not too
forgiving. We were super burnt. Carefully showering and slathering on layers
and layers of after-sun lotion, we put on our sundresses and headed out for the
“early bird special” that we had seen at an Indian food restaurant (we are
officially old ladies).
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| Sangria at the playa. |
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| The cabana on the left was ours. |
The restaurant was completely empty and we were excitedly
ushered in by the workers outside, who were trying to bring in business. We
were a little wary of the experience that was to come. Luckily, it was some of
the best Indian food I had ever had, at an amazing price, with incredible
service. At the end of the meal, the cook/owner/mother hen came out to make
sure we liked everything and was shocked to learn that we were American. She decided she loved us and treated us to
some shots of honey rum on the house.
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| Mmmm butter chicken. |
For the rest of the evening, we walked down the main street,
avoiding the harassment of all of the restaurant promoters, all who when they
shouted behind us to ask us where we were from, were amazed. We thought, “Are Americans really THIS much
of a rarity in Fuerteventura?” Our last stop of the night was to a bar with a
terrace that opened onto a plaza and was filled with people to see a grade-D
magician performing. We ordered a mojito
and piña colada, that both came out with a sparkler on top...A great ending to
our first day on the island.
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| We took the picture too late to get the sparkler in it. |
The next day, we got on a city bus to go see the sand dunes
that were about a 20-minute ride away from our hotel. After we decided to ignore
the ambiguous sign about “no entry” to the dunes, we explored, played, and took
loads of pictures. Once we were sufficiently covered in sand, we went to wait
for the return bus. When we got back to
our side of the island, we headed over to the port, where we caught a ferry out
to the nearby Isla de Lobos.
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| Photoshooting. |
The “Island of Wolves” was much more protected from the high
winds that had started up on Fuerteventura that day, so we were happy with our
decision to go there. The walk from the
ferry to the beach though, was so excruciatingly hot, that we were ready to
actually get in the water by the time we laid our towels down on the burning
sand. And no, we didn’t see any
wolves...
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| It looked a little like what I picture Mars to. |
We spent the next four hours sun-tanning, sleeping, and
swimming (although I swam more than Whitney, who was not a fan of the minnows
swimming around us). We were ready to go
when the ferry left the island around 4:00 pm and went back to the hotel pool
to sit in our favorite cabana.
That night, after showering, we went out to dinner at a
place that a tour guide lady had recommended to us. It seemed super touristy, was right on the
beach, and looked pretty expensive too.
We were very hungry once we sat down, so we just decided to suck up the
cost and enjoy our last dinner in Fuerteventura.
The place ended up being amazing. We found out that it’s
true that Fuerteventura doesn’t actually ever see Americans on the island when
the entire wait staff, upon hearing of our nationality, came over to talk to
us. They also gave us a free appetizer
and free shots at the end of the meal. It was perfect and the food was
delicious. After dinner, we went back to
the same bar as the night before and sat on the terrace again, this time
listening to a singer, who was much better than the magician.
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| Our free appetizer. Octopus and potatoes. |
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| Chipirones! |
We went to bed that night exhausted and just a little more
red than the night before.
In the morning we woke up bright and early to take a
bus/taxi combo to the airport. The
flight home was uneventful and the next week was spent applying incredible
amounts of Aloe Vera. All in all, I give
the vacation a 10/10.
