22 NOV Gran Canaria
I was determined on this trip to avoid the touristy attractions and all churches. I can get so wrapped up with the grand architecture of cathedrals & convents– but it always feels surreal. Not the real life of a place at all. Fortunately they always have beautiful open plazas adjacent…and if I can spot a big old steeple I know there will be good views, old buildings and a lively center of local activity.
I had seen the Plaza Cathedral de Santa Ana on Google. Yes I explored the streets of Santa Cruz Gran Canaria well before putting my foot ashore. And what a treat when the wind (out of Africa) blew me around the corner and I found the dogs.
Hound dogs all. Full size and so tenderly and naturally rendered you would almost expect them to jump up and come to heel. The Gran Canaria translates as “Island of the Dogs” (Canine) so there is much history and pride of this place. It was such a pleasure to have their handsome company for a time.
Down through the Centro Historica back to the Hop On-Hop Off bus stop area. With a cool beer I sampled the best Calamari I have ever eaten. Huge strips of hot, perfectly cooked squid with lemon. Perhaps I was ravenous after the wind and work of the morning…but nothing has ever tasted so good. (Spanish Grill – La Recova Vieja)