The morning was sunny, albeit windy – again. We aimed to walk at the beaches and hills close to us and made our way to what we thought was the trail head for Montana Roja and Montana Bocinegro; but I obviously fumbled with the GPS and we had to turn the car around when we hit a barrier close to a wind park with lots of running turbines.
We found the car park soon enough, and again walked against a wind blowing sand in our eyes while we feasted on the sights. There‘s nothing quite like a blue sky, an ocean and bits of green vegetation in the sand.
An even nicer walk started in Las Vegas. I know what you‘re thinking. „Las Vegas? That place isn‘t nice for walking at all!“. Yeah, but I am not refering to Las Vegas in Nevada in the US, but Las Vegas in Tenerife. From now on I shall always think of this Las Vegas as the real one and give people funny looks if they refer to casinos and the desert, because there are none here. What this Las Vegas has, though, are great tracks for easy or long hikes.
And views. So many excellent, pretty views. We got peckish after a while and drove back to Granadilla, and had lunch in a small bar which was obviously frequented by locals. While we had a tortilla (which really isn‘t anything like its Mexican counterpart), we watched the local driving instructor get in, have a glass of spirits and head out again. Stressful job here in the hilly landscape, for sure!