enjoyable hours on board.
Adrenalin waned quickly though, as we lifted anchor again and chugged on into moist twilight- the hours expanding exponentially to our impatience to get off the boat, and on to Gran Canaria, the island we’d been gravitating toward for weeks. (Tennessee Williams is so right: Time is the longest distance between two places!)
Landfall on Gran Canaria at 9 pm. There’s faint warmth in the air and tangy sea smells in the darkness!