HG Wells delightfully suggested that the red glow of Planet Mars was caused by red weed - of course we know better now but it was an excellent idea. Back on Planet Tenerife our red glow has a more mundane explanation - sand blown over from the Sahara Desert, it’s only sixty miles away from here.
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Hence last weekend we didn’t go far, domestic duties like scrubbing everywhere took precedence. Not to mention shopping - my most hated pastime was at least slightly ameliorated by needing to visit Worten, the Curry’s of hereabouts, to order a second fridge-freezer and get a few other goodies.
A week at work passes uneventfully, as long as you don’t get me started on OneDrive synchronisation. Anyway, I t’s my job to resolve these problems, fortunately I have the patience of a saint - no other shared characteristics however.
On Thursday evening we drive up to the old capital, La Laguna to watch the live streaming of La Boheme from the Opera House in London - what a treat to enjoy one of our favourite cultural forms in a lovely modern cinema. We stayed over for logistical reasons so an expensive night but less than doing the equivalent in England for sure!
Friday morning we revisit the police station in the new capital, Santa Cruz, to collect our ID cards, complete with official right to remain details. An exciting and momentous occasion requires celebration so we head to the market of Our Lady of Africa and pick up a lobster for dinner plus a few other tid-bits.
Work for the rest of the day, accompanied by amazing baking smells from downstairs as Hubby is making hot cross buns - I’m available for bowl-licking anytime!
The weekend again comes around so quickly, more shopping (yuk) but another excuse to visit Worten makes me happy, and then we’re walking for a while. I get back to work for a bit whilst Hubby does his Spanish.
Finally were on our way back to Santa Cruz. After dinner - excellent Chinese / Thai fusion at the side of the Auditorio de Tenerife - we’re going to the first production of the opera season.
Fuenteovejuna, is a folk tale from the sixteenth century set to an award winning reworking by composer Jorge Muñiz. The story is about an abusive governor, that the villagers murder him, and how they remain strong under torture, never giving in to the inquisition. It’s a magnificent performance.
Sunday we’re enjoying the first batch of those hot cross buns to Steve Wright (our once-a-week visit to R2) before we head off on an early walk.
We take the high-road to La Caleta, passing through Sunset Golf Villas, where we looked at a house briefly, before dropping down via Footballer’s row - Avenida de La Macaranisia - no houses under six million!! A quick schlep around La Caleta before we grab an ice cream to start our return.
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The return journey is along the coast, up and down barrancos for about three kilometres until we’re back at Puertito and soon after our town.
A good 15 km walk.
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