Land Ahoi

Landfall!

Excitement surged

as the Volcan del Teide finally put down anchor on Lanzarote’s shores, after 30 (thirty) more-

or less-

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!