Remembering Paradise
Today I'm remembering paradise and how I almost moved there.
I'm talking about Fuerteventura, one of the Canary Islands, that I visited for the first time in 2022. I had been on most of the other Islands and prior to Fuerteventura, Lanzarote was my favourite. The weather is just perfect (for me). It's hot all the time, being pretty much a Sahara island off the coast of North-West Africa. The cool breeze of the Atlantic ocean, however, ensures the heat never gets unbearable.
The people of the island are very kind and friendly. They depend mainly on tourism but I'm sure there are some minerals they export too - I haven't looked into it. There's also a heck of a lot of cheap real estate on most of the islands. If I really had to chose where to live, it'd probably be Gran Canaria, because it's one of the bigger, if not the biggest, of the islands. It, hence, has more stuff on it. I'd then visit the other islands regularly for chill time.
Each of the islands has it's own peculiar vibe as well. It's hard to explain. Tenerife is probably the most unique of all the islands. It's the most dry and has an active volcano. The national park there is also the most out-worldly. Fuerteventura has the most remote beaches where you can pretty much have miles of untouched coastline to yourself. As such, there are many naturist beaches there. Even the apparently "family friendly" hotel I stayed in had people walking around totally starkers on the beach at certain times of the day.
On days like today, when the sky is grey and everything is miserable outside, I imagine sitting on a balcony in my (sadly unrealised) dream Canarian apartment sipping on good coffee and smelling the Atlantic Ocean.
Peace & Love,
Adé