The final holiday being a family of only two flew by like a dream. You know, the one where you wake up and just instantly want to cry because you wanted it to last a bit longer. Just a tiiiiny bit. But no. Harsh reality, it’s simply not possible. That’s how I feel right now. I want to do some more sun-soaking. I even wish for some more grasping for air while climbing a vulcano, because boy, that was beautiful.
Tenerife always seemed to me like an island where only old pensionados go to do well… Nothing. And part of that image was true. But mostly, this island harbors some stunning nature. It overwhelmed us from time to time. Next to of course the fact that I got to spend hours on the beach which was instant satisfaction, since feeling like a stranded whale is so much better than feeling like a whale who accidentally got on land and now has to move around in an upright position. Luckily no one made any rescue attempts while I was passed out on my beach towel.