Gran Canaria Cloud Clearing Memory
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Gran Canaria at sunset This hike wasn’t a jaunt, or a stroll or an amble. It was more like a trudge. Silly us, thinking that a thirty mile hike across an ancient volcano was going to be a nice mosey, a pleasant journey across Gran Canaria over three days. We should have known that we were hiking a traditional pilgrimage and pilgrims never had it easy. It was early November, but in the Canary Islands, off the coast of Africa, it is almost always summer. I found a mini pilgrimage across the largest of the Canary Islands, from the north side of the island to the south. It was a miniature version of the famous Camino De Santiago in mainland Spain, between the two churches of St James. It was also supposed to be a gorgeous hike. But as we trudged up the mountain, all we could see was pea soup mist. When we left the spectacular sea port of Agaete that morning on the bus, the Atlantic Ocean shone like a gemstone and the white washed stucco glittered in the humid autumn air