I’ve recently returned from a relaxing and chilled week in the Canary Island of Gran Canaria. My usual island of choice in this area is Tenerife, an island that holds a special place in my heart. However, upon insistence from family that we should go somewhere else for a holiday, we went for something completely different – ha! – and opted for a week in the sun on the neighbouring island of Gran Canaria instead.
Usually when I visit somewhere new I like to get out and about and see as much of the place as I can. City breaks are usually a case of out straight after breakfast and exploring until it’s time to stop for dinner in the evening. On holiday, however, I like to do absolutely nothing but sit by the pool with a book. No, really. My boyfriend, annoyingly, is one of those people who needs to be doing something, and there are only so many times he can swim a lap of the lazy river before he starts to get bored.
On one such day, he suggested venturing out to explore the sand dunes that Maspalomas is famous for. A short 10-minute walk took us to the burning hot sands of the beach, where we struggled walking on the soft sand to get to the base of the sand dunes. Now, I’m not a huge fan of sand, running, or climbing sand dunes, but if there’s one thing that’ll make me run – yes, run! – up a sand dune, it’s burning sand all over my feet. After climbing about a third of the way up the side of the dune, I couldn’t bear the heat of the sand that was finding its way into my sandals any longer and had to run the rest of the way. My boyfriend followed suit and ran as quickly as he could up the incline of the sand dune.
From our vantage point on top of the sand dune, we could see for miles and stopped for a while to soak up the views across the sand dunes. On a cooler day, we would have wandered around and explored the dunes but with our feet burning there was only one place we wanted to be: in the sea! Walking back to the hotel along the seafront, with the waves lapping at our feet, was a much more pleasant walk than trekking across hot, soft sand. It suddenly occurred to us we should have walked that way in the first place, but better late than never!
As we didn’t explore far and wide on this visit to Gran Canaria, it would have felt wrong to pick postcards with other sights on that we hadn’t visited, so the two postcards I picked up were reminders of our wanderings in Meloneras and Maspalomas. One had to be of the sand dunes, and the other is of the lighthouse we strolled past on a number of occasions in the evenings, and which we could also see from our hotel room.
Two fine postcards to add to my collection, and next time I visit the island I’ll be exploring further afield so I can justify grabbing postcards of other sights!