Nomen est Omen
We smirked a bit at this one, (thinking Turismo de Gran Canarias had probably come up with it)-
Gran Canaria- Continente en Miniatura. Quite a grandios label to live up to we felt.
But to our surprise, we really did find a big world- folded 3D into a small island:
Mellow spring landscapes
all bordered by the ever-present Atlantic ocean.
We’d climb through scented forests of deceptively feathery, ultra-tough Pinus Canariensis
And we didn’t find- *sotto voce*- food we’d actually look forward to ordering again. Yup, there’s a conspicuous absence of food pictures in M’s folders. We rarely post them anyway, but this time there was only one to start with- which says about as much about the food as I want to say*… (*Disclaimer: Vegetarian bias included).
We also, rather disappointingly, didn’t get to share in the lives of people here, except in the most casual way. I guess getting connected would need a lot more effort, in a lot more ways….
Now about Las Palmas’ second byname, the one I mentioned here. It’s Ciudad de la Cultura. Again, nomen really is omen: By the time we’d been here a month we’d been to two classical concerts, hallelujaed with a gospel choir straight from Georgia, USA
applauded a handful of folklore groups, a heavy metal band and an impressive line-up of Sunday afternoon buskers, (not to mention the museums, art galleries, churches- and ice cream parlours- we went to). There’s a veritable daisy-chain of cultura divertida on offer here- and many events are free. But this all pales before the bigger, the priceless treat we’ll be in for in a couple of days, when our boyz arrive for a two week holiday!!