Sunday, 29 April 2007

rooftop eggs, black sand, and pepsi wine (spring break #5)

our last day in tenerife

part one:
we made the most amazing breakfast of scrambled eggs with tomatos and cheese that we bought at the market. we ate it upstairs, and manfred came and joined us in the sunshine and we talked and bonded over the beauty that is hostal intercambio. you could see both mont teide and the ocean from the roof, and it smelled like freshly cleaned laundry becuase manfred had sheets hanging to dry. pretty great.

part two:
tessa was SUPER sore (ok, and yeah, my butt was pretty sore, but she pretty much couldn't move...watching her walk was pretty great) so we decided that the day was a beach day. so we took a bus down the hill to the closest beach. we got lost, but only for a little...and while lost discovered the amazing amounts of lizards all over, and afterwards i couldn't stop seeing the millions of lizards that were crawling around everything. it wasn't exactly the most natural beach on the island, but it was the easiest to find...and there was black sand! and although i feel like there is so much to say. and would like to write forever about it, there really isnt much to say. it was a beautiful beach, with tropical weather and surfers, where we layed in the sun for hours, while eating melty principe cookies and cheese and tomoto sandwiches.

although, i do have to admit that it took me almost an hour to realize it was a topless beach. and its not like there wasn't really anybody around that was topless. in fact, i would say over half of the women were topless. i just seriously didnt even notice.

once we were both pretty fried (even though i actually put on sunscreen this time...twice!), we walked down the beach a bit, bought some necklaces from a street vendor, and went to find something to drink. it only seemed natural to get some girly tropical drinks at beach side bar, so we did. and they were pretty great.

part 3:
we came home, showered away the black sand stuck to everything, and went to dinner at this little place down the street that manfred suggested called los compadres. it was amazingly local, with paper towl rolls on every table for napkins, boys playing a game of soccer that ranged between the street outside, as well as the area just inside the side door. when we came in the woman gave us three choices...chicken, lamb, or goat. i got chicken and tessa got goat. we also got a salad, potatos, and wine to share. the meat was mostly just a vehicle for sauce, the salad the same old spanish salad i've had all semester, and the potatos the same potatos we've been eating, with mojo sauce. all were pretty great. but, oh the wine. it was in a pepsi bottle, poured straight from the barrel! you can't get much more local than los compadres, and i wanted to stay forever and drink pepsi wine.

instead, we returned to our hostal, to sit in the common room once again, for our last night with manfred and try one more canary island specialty, ron miel (honey rum). it was, as you would expect, pretty sweet. but i liked it enough, and manfred REALLY liked it. even though he claimed that it was too sweet for him, he ended up drinking the majority of the bottle and spouting out manfred wisdom at us all night. it was a good sort of ending, if there is such a thing.

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