I felt pretty good about the trip from Dallas to
Madrid. The flight was super easy. I had a window seat aboard the
Boeing 787 Dreamliner with the middle being empty. The guy on the
aisle was from Denver, probably in his 40’s, and very sociable. In
the summer he runs a company that does craft beer oriented tours
through Italy. On this trip he was on his way to Madrid to spend a
couple of weeks with his brother who now resides in the Spanish city.
I changed planes in
Madrid with a 2 ½ hour layover. All three connections were smooth and
on schedule but by time all the luggage was unloaded in Tenerife my pack
was nowhere to be found. All I had on me was a small day pack with a
mini laptop and a few inconsequential items.
I filed a lost
luggage claim and hopped a bus to Puerto de la Cruz. Upon arrival I
quite easily and intuitively found my hotel, checked in, and went for
a walk.
Peurto de la Cruz is
not a bad place and quite scenic but super touristy. It’s a hot
spot for old Europeans to escape the gray and gloom of a the North
European winter. The crowd is mostly made up of Germans and Brits
along with some French, Dutch, and misc. There are virtually no
Americans whatsoever. I thought I noticed one American couple in a
restaurant as they were very intent on tipping the waiter. There's
a distinctly noticeable lack of younger folk. The crowd reminded of
some seaside places you find in South Florida.
The hotel in which I
was staying had a wonderful rooftop but aside of that fell a bit
short of my low expectations. It was old and of concrete construction
which is very common throughout southern Europe. The downside is that
concrete buildings, if not designed and configured right, do a
wonderful job echoing sound as it bounces off marble or tile
flooring. I was on the top floor, in the back, away from the
elevator, which wasn’t bad but I could still hear the smoker with a
morning hack down the hall. Fortunately the property was non smoking.
I was booked in for 4 nights.
Trips to and from
the airport, a call back to American Airlines in the USA, a lot of
wandering around, a couple of runs and one night of a bit too much to
drink. It seemed like a long few days before four nights had passed.
Still no pack. At that point I assumed it was gone and had spun into
an apathetic travel funk. I pondered the meaning of my existence in
the real world and that of the persona “World Traveler and Thinker”.
I felt like going home. Weren’t there more constructive things I
could be doing? In the meantime I had bought some clothes, a jacket,
and misc necessities. On the flip side I felt inspired by how little
I could get by on. I decided to wait one more day before letting go
of the pack for good and hopping a ferry to another Island.
As luck would have
it my pack arrived on day five. On day six I bid farewell to the
moderately dumpy hotel in which I had grown to like. I hopped one bus
back to the airport for my bag then another to Los Cristianos for a
ferry to La Gomera. When I retrieved my pack I stuffed it with the
new replacement clothing and necessities I had recently bought which
made for a jammed full mess of burden to shoulder.
It’s only an hour
ferry ride to the Island of La Gomera. As with all of the Canary
Islands it’s a chunk of volcanic made land mass. The island is
riddled with trails leftover from hundreds of years donkey trials and
foot paths made to get from one place to another. On La Gomera many
of the trails have been improved to attract hikers for tourism so you
can literally hike all over the Island. One side of the Island is
lush and green while the other sided is arid and dry. The top hosts a
cloud forest which remains pleasant and cool year round. The year
round weather is mostly spring like with little variation.
I arrived in La
Gomera in the port of San Sebastian which was Christopher Columbus’s
last stop before heading over to the new world. I checked into a
cheap traditional Spanish Pension and ordered a local dish of tuna in
some sort of sauce with potatoes. I had no sooner received my food
and started to eat when some overly friendly guy approached me from a
side door talking fast in Spanish and asking me questions. “Was I
German? Was I Swiss?” I replied I was Texan and he expressed an
over the top positive reaction and shook my hand vigorously. Right at
that point a young British girl stepped in with a guitar in her hand
dressed like a hippy gypsy and asked me where she can find a cash
machine. She then engaged a conversation. By this time I was getting a
little irritated as I had barely started my dinner. We chatted a
short bit then she walked off. My immediate reaction at that moment
was, “Oh shit, where’s my day pack!”. Fortunately it was still
with me.
Maybe the guy was a
local who was a little tipsy and overly friendly while the girl was
simply a girl looking for a cash machine but I kind of doubt it. I
was in an area where there were plenty of cash machines. You would be
have to be blind not to find one. Regardless, this is how people get
ripped off. The ‘ol distraction routine. If anyone ever approaches
you out of the blue and is overly friendly the first reaction should
be to guard your stuff and hold on to the money belt. For me my pack
was in a good spot and the three girls working the restaurant seemed
pretty sharp and were to my back so they were probably watching what
was going on. There was likely one or two others involved that were
no where to be seen. Hit up a couple of tourist then hop the next
ferry off the island. The person holding the bag turns out to have
never been seen at all. So, catch the two doing the distracting and
you find nothing. I’ll take it as a wake up call. It can all happen
so fast and the key is to catch you off guard.
I stayed three
nights in San Sebastian and spent my first couple of days hiking. I
wanted to shake the funk I seemed to be in. Burned out from work, jet
lag, and a general feeling of out of sorts combined with lost pack
made for an unequable start to the journey.
After 3 nights in
San Sebastian I debated what to do but decided to rent a car for a
week. The Island is quite small and has a good bus system but the bus
doesn’t go everywhere and the schedule is limited. At 22 euros a
day fully insured it took no longer than about 3 minutes to rent a
car. One piece of paper and one signature. When in Europe or
thereabouts I suggest renting the cheapest standard shift Fiat you
can. For whatever reason I find them to be very fun to drive and
perfectly suited for narrow streets and easy parking.
So, I drove around
the Island passing through villages while seeking a desired vibe. The
arid beach side village of Valle Gran Rey appealed to me but felt a
little hunkered down and congested. The village of La Calera that
sits above looked more like what I was looking for.
Valle Gran Rey is
very popular with Germans and a few hippies. This is considered high
season for the area so I had to walk around and inquire a bit before
I located an option but I found just what I had in mind. It’s an
apartment situated in the old town of La Calera. La Calera is on the
side of a mountain so my place has a marvelous view of the sea. For
me it’s perfect so I booked in for a week.
I hike and walk all
day, take a swim in the sea in the evening and drink a beer while a
crowd gathers to listen to old hippies play drums on the beach as the
sun sets. Things have fallen into place nicely for the moment and I
feel like my old traveling self. However, I do feel a little older
and that my relationship with travel has changed a bit. It makes me
question my approach and how it fits in with my current life stage.