Christianos is on the southside of the island–and that’s where the tourist action is.
Warmer, dryer and more weather-consistent,
we found diving schools, surfing instruction and yes, massage-on-the-beach! Nice!
We didn’t stay long though–the hype was not what we wanted so we headed the long-way-around, back to our quiet and homey 2nd Airbnb–between Tiejne and Bajamar on the northside.
Good roads–‘ quite impressive when you consider the engineering that created pavement across lava, roads around craggy, unruly mountains and blessed guardrails, in just the right places. Every mountain view is a spectacle. Finding little villages nestled in the Eucalyptus groves is a true delight–like finding a cache where you least expected one.
People seem friendly here–and lower key–as you might expect from island-life. Shopping was not a draw (can you believe that?) but cute little cantinas and cafes were.
Did you know that it is customary for Spaniards to eat Paella for lunch but not for dinner?
Do you cook with Mojo? It’s the signature spice combo of the islands. We’re bringing home 2 varieties–green and red.
Mojo consists of spices that are mixed with olive oil and spread over fish, traditionally and small boiled potatoes. (Non-traditionally, I think it will be great on veggies too.)
(My website will soon be sharing recipes and foodie information! And yes, there will be a book! Stay tuned–www.TheGoodNaturedTraveler.com.)
We had dinner our last night, in del Hildalgo–an outdoor, courtyard restaurant on the Atlantic Ocean, called Restaurante Altagay–a place the locals go. Not easy to find–but worth the hunt.
(There’s Ellioto–looking not so local, but soaking up the ambiance.)
I didn’t hear English spoken anywhere–‘though they had a menu for us.
We sipped our wine and dipped our bread in the delicious olive oil.
The price of wine is amazing and Tacorante’s local red is rated #1 in Europe these days.
The neighboring town lit up the landscape with night-lights spilling down the hillside towards the inky sea, like Chinese lanterns decorating the night.
I wish that I’d asked what those delicious green-minty drinks were, delivered by our waiter– on the casa! They must have appreciated our enthusiasm.