2004-12 Gran Canaria: Christmas Day

We make a nice breakfast with Omi Marga, complete with Spanish Coffee, and then head back to the Faro de Maspalomas (to enjoy a really cloud-free sky and probably perfect beach weather).

We really get into the whole castle-building thing, making a five-tower structure with square walls between them. We make holes near the water's edge, so we have a good supply of soaked sand to make a really solid edifice.

Some seriously drunk Belgians, after wrestling in the sand, give us their air matresses for the kids. This is just great. I take both Lila and Isaac out into the surf until they're good and chilled. Here's Lila, wrapped in one of our bath towels, taking direction from Omi Marga.

We return from Maspalomas by bus, their preferred method.

It's been a long day, and both needed a good bath and a rest to get ready for Christmas dinner at Gisela & Rainer's Deutsche Gasthaus Atlantis. We hear it's a special of roasted goose leg and a red cabbage. It's delicious.

Isaac is tired, and opts to stay at home and watch a video on my PowerBook. Lila, on the other hand, wants to return to the C. C. Yumbo playground.

She gets distracted by the lights and glitter at the La Belle drag club, next to the playground. The staff remembers us from a year ago, and chats with us about the local news. I wind up with a glass of ron miel (honeyed rum). Mmmmmm.

Lila is thrilled to be back at the playground. She climbs from top to bottom, around other kids, and poses. Behind her you can see the lights of Yumbo, including the triangles of the trampolines.

A nine-year-old befriends Lila, and plays with her on the climbing tunnel; Lila's favorite.

When Lila's friend leaves, she goes back to posing and prancing. She's been doing a lot of climbing up to the tops of the play structure, which has been leaving Rose in shock. Lila is fearless, and loves the playground.

We finish up with a ride at an arcade. I like the URL painted on the ride.

At the physical and visual center of Yumbo is the Skyrider, a ball in which two people can be jerked up several hundred feet and tossed around. Here it is, in action, with the local flora in the foreground.

On the way back we meet the Atlantis I night watchman. I offer him a coffee, as I did in old times. He accepts a cortado. So Lila and I stroll across the street to the DRAGSTOR. There we meet an Icelander, a fisherman with a three-year-old here and an eight-year-old somewhere in Spain (about which he just found out).

Here's the night watchman, sipping the cortado, chatting with a passer-by.

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