Day 8 - Arrecife, Canary Islands, Spain
Saturday, October 29, 2011: We arrived at Arrecife on the island of Lanzarote, an apparently barren island dotted with dozens of volcano cones.
|Our shore excursion was a transfer to the resort town of Puerto del Carmen.
|Here's some interesting architecture -- a bright blue IKEA.
|There's a volcano, ...
|... and there are some, ...
|... and there are some more. The palm trees in these shots aren't native to the island, because there are no natural water sources anywhere on the island.
|The bus dropped us off in front of Playa Grande beach around 10:30.
|Here's the view to the left.
|And down on the beach, here's the view to the right.
|We chose two fantastic beach loungers with umbrella and paid a nice man for the privilege.
|We went to the ocean to see what our level of commitment would be.
|We decided that our commitment would be ankle-deep and that's all. Dreams of snorkeling in tropical waters faded in an ice-cold instant.
|But hey, it's the ocean and we don't have one of those back home in Indiana.
|So, back to the endless rows of beach chairs, ...
|... where we spent several hours reading and relaxing.
|Some day, we will try parasailing too. We're saving it for Mexico.
|Around 1:00, our new friends Jay and Theresa from Seattle met us on the beach and we went out for lunch at a Spanish restaurant the tour guide had recommended to Jay. Debbie finally got the octopus she wanted and it was beautifully plated.
|We had a great time with them and somehow managed to not take a photo of them, but did get a shot of the Cruzan Honey Rum shots we had after the meal was finished, courtesy of the restaurant.
|We got a photo as we were leaving, so here's a glimpse of Jay on the left and our waiter clearing our table.
|Puerto del Carmen is definitely a resort town, lined with souvenir shops and restaurants, ...
|... with the occasional British-Scandinavian Klinik.
|There are condos and rental properties everywhere, ...
|... all painted in tasteful shades of white.
|We were back on the ship by early afternoon, ...
... and off on our journey to Morocco the next day.
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