trip's start en route our first full day Playa del Inglés beach Getting re-acquianted with Maspalomas Finnegan's, Playa del Inglés Avenida de Alfereces Provisionales Los Guanches Norteños Lila is 2.5 today Paddy Murphy's, Playa del Inglés Charlie's Ingenio footrace Maspalomas rock climbing grilling in the wind a rainy day Omi Marga's day La Belle drag show Casa Poco, Maspalomas Maspalomas Money Blues Dunas de Maspalomas Restaurante Laurentino, San Fernando Burger Treff, Playa del Inglés Mini-Tren Gran Canaria La Cabaña Park, San Bartolomé de Tirajana Suministros Frutas Y Verduras, San Fernando Charcutería y Carnicería Socorro, San Fernando Pasteleria Bomboneria San Francisco, San Fernando Much Ado About Nothing Low tide in Maspalomas crepes in Maspalomas a feverish day el dia penultimo back to S. F. Deutsche Gasthaus Atlantis, Playa del Inglés Apartamentos Australia, Playa del Inglés Restaurante Las Escaleritas, Maspalomas C. C. Yumbo Bärenhöhle Harrison Electronics C. C. San Fernando C. C. Cita things learned
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2004-02 Gran Canaria: Finnegan's, Playa del Inglés
Tuesday 10 February 2004
In an attempt to fully get Lila onto Gran Canaria time we let both kids sleep in rather than waking them for a breakfast with Omi Marga. Lila is up at 0500, and after she finds herself in the front room, she climbs upon me to nap. A few minutes later she rolls off, runs back to Rose, and returns to sleep. Isaac wakes at 0700, gets a sip of water from the bedside sippy cup, listens to me say that we have one more nap before waking, and keels over. We all wake around 1100, having fully sipped from the fountains of sleep.
As we leave the hotel Isaac and Lila finally get their close encounter with one of the local cats. When more than satisfied, and a bit used up with the powerful child energy, he scratches gently nibbles on fingers. We move on to breakfast.
We discovered Finnegan's Irish Restaurant last year. It's cleverly hidden on the bottom floor of another apartment / hotel complex only a few hundred meters away from ours, but without any of the necessary signage.
As we return, Bev recognises us (and mentions that she'd spied us yesterday, at the Supermercado Cordillo). I opt for a Mighty Breakfast rather than the Scottish. I'm hungry, and the food hits the spot. Bev's pleasant hosting adds to the nice vibe.
Satiated, we take a taxi back to Maspalomas. It's about €3.50 ($4.20 at today's rates), I think about what the bus costs for several adults.
In the sand next to the lighthouse we see a lion carved into the sand, with today's date scratched near-by. A pot filled with a bit of tourist change sits nearby.
The weather hits a local winter high: 30° C (86° F). I'm enjoying the dry, soothing warmth.
Before long Isaac and I are in the water. Here he's excitedly pointing out the sea filling the moat around our sand castle, which we built on the high-tide line.
Isaac has enjoyed gelatto from the time of our Roma 2000 trip. This is his first experience with tutti-fruiti, which he loves.
The fresh air and ocean waves generate a hunger, and so we stop by Restaurante Las Escaleritas for a topping up. Both of the kids are doing the sunglasses thing: Isaac decided to wear mine on his head, Lila opts for wearing Rose's.
An old family friend has relatives visiting, so ten (or was it eleven) of us converge on Gisela & Rainer's restaurant for a three-hour feast. Isaac does incredibly well, until, exhausted, he's asked to share a chocolate mousse. I spent a good chunk of dinner sitting out on the porch, hosted by Lila, who directed much of my several courses. But it was a grand meal, a pretend tea party with someone competent doing the cooking.
Tomorrow we walk up and down the the Avenida de Alfereces Provisionales.
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