We spent much of Thanksgiving in the mountains of Gran Canaria, and it was probably my favorite day in the Canary Islands. We got up early that morning and drove up, up, up until we reached the beginning of the trail. The morning was crisp and a little chilly, but the sun was shining and the air was clean and invigorating.
It took us about 2 hours to get to the top, with frequent stops to take in the breathtaking scenery. At the top, it was clear enough that we could see all the way to the neighboring island, Tenerife.
On our way down the mountainside, we stopped in a tiny town called Tejeda, where we had a delicious lunch with a phenomenal view. We also picked up some freshly made pastries at Dulceria Nublo; the prices are so fair that we bought about 10 different sweet treats to taste. We bought one that had glazed oranges on top and it was pure heaven.
Afterward, we wandered for a while around the quaint little town. My husband saw signs for a museum, so we followed the signs until we found the most unassuming museum you’ve ever seen. It was a house, white with bright green shutters and doors, and the proprietor was quite the character. He didn’t speak but two words of English, but he more than made up for it in enthusiasm and sound effects.
The museum largely housed things that other people had deemed “junk”—ancient farming tools, vintage typewriters and Singer sewing machines, and Nazi propaganda. I only wish I had gotten video of this fella in action—words can’t even begin to describe him. It felt like we were stuck in some kind of hokey movie. It was definitely a unique experience.
This was our last full day in Gran Canaria, and my favorite day. The hiking was glorious, the views spectacular, the food incredible, and the weather perfect. Gran Canaria, with its varied landscapes and beaches, is worth a visit, at least once. I don’t feel the need to go back, but I’m glad that we went and experienced it. I think you would be, too.