Las Palmas de Gran Canaria
I don’t think this town’s name means what I think it means (The Palms of Gran Canaria?) but my Spanish is really really bad. I keep slipping into French and Italian while ordering stuff. Luckily everyone here is used to tourists… in a more direct way than in Barcelona, perhaps. Signs etc are in multiple languages and all the stuff is geared towards fleecing visitors.
Weather is not directly blazing, we were drenched in rain this morning but the sun came out later and we had a good soak in the rooftop pool. The beach is made of some kind of sticky sand that will not wash off. All in all it’s not at all crowded which is nice. Plan include getting a laundromat, learning the local bus routes and trying to wangle a car despite my lack of a physical driver’s license (nicked in Barna). Also, nice to have access to the internets again.
One day left until the US election. I’ll be glad it’s over. If McCain and the fascist-in-lipstick wins I’ll start stocking up on canned goods and Krugerrands, though.
