2004-12 Gran Canaria: Wind on the Dunes

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Wind on the Dunes

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2004-12 Gran Canaria: Wind on the Dunes

Wednesday 29 December 2004

Good morning! We sleep in and still are tired. I fire up the ibrik and a few minutes later hand Rose a cup of Turkish coffee. She appreciates it.

We head over to Finnegan's for breakfast, and stop next door at the German Lebensmittel shop. Here Lila is buying some tangy candies.

Cuddly siblings in the C. C. Yumbo playground.

One of the nice things about Playa del Inglés is that the centros comerciales aren't too far from each other. After spending some time at Yumbo they wanted to head on over to the C. C. CITA, about a ten-minute walk.

Why? The outdoor trampolines, mini-golf, and train, and the indoor arcade. (Here you see Isaac on a ride I enjoyed thiry-something years ago.)

On the way outside to see whether that play area is now open, we meet the cheese delivery guy.

Here's a close-up of some of the product. It smelled wonderful, and it was hard not to quickly run a taste test.

The woman who ran the mini-golf / kid's play area didn't arrive for her shift; her kid was ill we later found out. Isaac considered breaking and entering.

As we strolled on to the LIU Palace hotel, to get to the sand dunes, we saw another reminder of last night's very strong winds. I tried but couldn't right this planter.

I just love the look of some of these rental bungalows. My only complaint is there's not much of a front deck, so one can't go stoopin' with ones neighbors and passers-by.

I've already mentioned the unusually strong winds. At the dunes they were still going strong, making our trekking quite an adventure. Here's Isaac doing the happy dance amidst driven sand.

Usually we needed sunglasses for comfort against the strong sunlight, but today it was essential protection from the sand-blasting :-)

Even so, sand found a way around the glasses, and stuck to our faces. Any moisture, from breathing for example, affixed the sand.

Here's the sand on my face. Along the nose, across the bridge where the sunglasses were, in my brows, on my forehead, in my hair. In fact, days later I was showering and still found sand in my hair, despite several shampoos in the interim.

Here's one sand structure, one of the last things we saw as we left the dunes.

Walking back come Isaac found a parked car which was just his size. I had to explain it might be hard getting it in the airplane's overhead luggage compartment.

After all that we hosted an afternoon tea, which featured our Turkish coffee and other delicacies we brought from California for Omi Marga.

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