Floating islands

Tenerife kept us company today, Teide floating above the clouds in the distance. We drove South to Tejeda and its parador, bought some marzipan and cheese, and then on from the green transhumance pasture (well maybe, but we saw no cows, despite the abundance of cheese makers, blessed are they) to the more arid and cowboy movie inspiring West. The roads grew increasingly demanding of an intrepid driver. I just about peeled my fingers off the steering wheel by the time we returned to the main road at Artenara. The Spar there, by the way, must be one of the highest in altitude and was full of characters along with great veg.

Back at the hacienda, we are toasting our toes. This island is full of contrasts and we mean to explore more tomorrow .