The Canaries. Eternal Spring.

Tenerife and Gran Canaria.  It was an emergency holiday, for which I asked after had a barnie with one of managers at work.  I booked it last minute and it was a great holiday. Two weeks of sunshine, lying by the pool, riding in a convertible, climbing a mighty volcano, cruising the towns and villages and drinking jarras de cerveza while listening to cover songs performed by wishful-thinking-bands.  The current hit was Robbie Willams’ Angels.