I've returned from my fab vacation in Fuerteventura. And I have lots to write about!
Where to start?
Fuerteventura is one of the seven islands that constitute the Canary Islands. It is in the Atlantic ocean, off the coast of Africa. I thought the word Fuerteventura meant something like "big adventure" but my dad later informed me that Fuerteventura, in old Spanish, actually means "strong wind" (is it immature of me that now that I know this, all I can think of is strong farts?).
So that's one thing about Fuerteventura. It's windy. But that isn't necessarily a bad thing! It kept us cool throughout the warm, sunny days. The temperature, in fact, was perfect. Hot enough to be in shorts and tan all day long but not hot to the point of being uncomfortable.
Our resort had two big swimming pools where my brother enjoyed water fights with a friend that he made during the trip, while I mostly sat on a chaise-longue reading through New Yorkers and several books (one of them was Flowers in the Attic by Virginia Andrews, a novel which was popular in the 70's and that I just could not put down).
The resort also proposed great exercise classes throughout the day: I did yoga or stretching in the mornings, and either weight lifting or step aerobics in the afternoons (the funnest!). I grew attached to the animators who not only raced from one physical activity to the next all day (there must have been five different activities back to back each day) but also held a different show every night!
We spent most of our time at the resort but managed escaping for a couple of days on an excursion to the other beautiful beaches and dunes of the island:
We ate at this little restaurant called "La Vaca Azul" (The Blue Cow) where I had a scrumptious lunch of stuffed avocados and a vegetable tarte tatin (I really want to replicate this menu at home!)
|Vegetable tarte tatin|
In this buffet my dream came true.... Yes, it's a *REAL CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN*!!!
I enjoyed the weather so much it didn't even occur to me that it might be cold back here in Lyon when we got back. I stepped out of the airplane wearing just a t-shirt and shorts and was so disappointed to feel the cold air bite my cheeks and raindrops trickle down my nose!