Eight Days in the Canary Islands — Day 8

Auditorio de Tenerife “Adán Martín” — the Symbol of Tenerife and the Canary IslandsWe’ve survived the high seas. Overnight, we have sailed into the port of Santa Cruz de Tenerife, where our journey began. We have eaten our last meal on the ship and we have seen our last show. We have trod–now we’re getting […]

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Eight Days in the Canary Islands — Day 7

The Green ‘lake’ at Il Golfo (not a volcano)”Volcanoes,” I say and before Alexander the Pool Shark can ask what I mean by this, I say, “Volcanoes” again. I really want to see an active volcano. I’ve seen lots of volcanoes, and yes obviously–if you’ve noticed my picture in the header of I Must Be […]

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Eight Days in the Canary Islands — Day 6

While I’m fairly certain “Fuerteventura” means “Strong Fortune,” I think it may also mean “Big Piles of Rocks.” Since the bus tour on La Palma was so expensive, Alexander the Pool Shark and I have decided to rent a car to explore the island. “There is only one problem,” he says as we’re setting out […]

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Eight Days in the Canary Islands — Day 5

ErrrrrrrrrrrHave I ever told you about my first trip to Gran Canaria (or “Great Island of Dogs”? Probably not. It wasn’t a pleasant trip. It was one of those cheap holidays that turned out to be a bit more expensive than we’d planned. Here’s how it went: “I don’t think we can park here,” I […]

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Eight Days in the Canary Islands — Day 4

I don’t usually eat breakfast. I think this habit started 30 years ago when, unaware that I had Celiac Disease, I ate bread for breakfast and then suffered nausea and bloating all day. I’m perfectly happy to have my coffee and then have lunch at around 1:00p.m. I’ve made an exception for the AIDA Sol. […]

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Eight Days in the Canary Islands — Day 3

Our boat is the big one with the pretty lips.Believe it or not, Alexander the Pool Shark and I get up at 7:30 and “train our bodies” until 9:10, at which time I go for my first and last massage on the AIDA Sol–because it turns out to be a lame massage. With all my […]

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Eight Days in the Canary Islands — Day 2

Oh, the first night is rough and rocky. I’m surprised they aren’t playing “Don’t Rock the Boat” at breakfast as we sail toward Madeira. I return to my bed after “breakfast,” which for me–despite the endless buffet–is no more than coffee and a bowl of yoghurt. I stay horizontal most of the day, praying for […]

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Eight Days in the Canary Islands — Day 1

When you ask a German whether he’s been on a cruise before, he’ll invariably–if he’s never sailed with AIDA–smile and say, “I’m not old enough yet.” Running gag. Haha. Apparently cruises are for the ancient, the less mobile and the done-with-lifers. I went on my first cruise several years ago. Oops. Then–was it 2009?–I went […]

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