Approximately a dozen of us headed left Las Palmas for the mountains close to San Pedro. Although short switchbacks, the climb up the mountain was challenging and certainly got our heart rates up. Once on top we enjoyed our lunches in the sunshine and the views. The walk down the other side was easy and afforded us to look away from our feet placements to enjoy the surroundings views.


A tough start up in the clouds in San Pedro

After lunch in Puert de las Nieves,  it was time to catch the bus to Las Palmas


Billy, Roland, Lasse and I rented a car and spent the day touring. Our first stop was in the old village of Aguimes. We enjoyed coffee and a homemade goodie sitting in the warm sun next to the church and main courtyard shaded by very magestic trees. The architectural charm, painted murals and scattered artistic shops offered us a relaxed stroll.

We then visit the Guayadeque Ravine. This ravine was a Aboriginal site where you can see many caves in the walls of the canyon. There are some caves lived in today that we visited. One of the occupants, Peppi, that invited us into his humble dwelling. Not speaking any english, he managed to get me to dance with him. He also had a small TV screen with a old American Western move playing with Kurt Douglas. Seemed appropriate.

Climbing higher in elevation we arrived to a volcanic crater, Caldera de los Marteles. Billy took out his drone with a video camera and flew it around the crater for some photos. Pine trees are plentiful in the mountains and the vistas are spectacular.

Our final stop of the day was at the highest viewpoint of Gran Canaria, Pico de las Nievas. It was a beautiful sunny day with NO wind so we spent 2 hours enjoying the warmth and views including the island of Tenerife, some 50nm away. We enjoyed the sunset and then scurried to the car as the temperature had dropped significantly. Another wonderful day in the mountains.

Waiting for sunset

People waiting for sunset

Teide 3718 m on Tenerife is the highest mountain in Spain.




The Gran Canaria almond trees are in bloom now and that begins the annual festival. The blossoms are pink and the trees are scattered along the hill sides mostly in the higher altitudes and not in any particular order or rows.

Five of us took the bus to a mountain village for the festival in Tenteniguada. We enjoyed listening to music as we walked the main street and sampled all the local foods they were offering for free; breads, roasted chickens and pig over open fires and soup. They also showed how to crack open the almond shells using rocks, no fancy nut crackers.

We then hiked 3km to the next village of Valsequillo. This was a much larger festival and we arrived just as the dancing and singing was starting in the main square.

The challenge of the day was finding the correct bus to take us from this village back to the marina. As roads were blocked off it was not clear where the buses were stopping. As it happened, a Finnish man in our group started dancing with a young Spanish lady and she then took us around to ask where and when the right bus was leaving. it was a lot of laughs and she gave hugs all around when she found the actual bus driver for our bus. He then yelled on the bus to us when it was time to get off and where to do to change buses, speaking only a few words of English. What service and such kindness!