One of my friends is spending a week on Gomera. Since it’s only a ferry ride away, I couldn’t resist going to see her.
The original plan was to take the 6 am ferry from La Palma to La Gomera, which arrives at about 8 am, and then take the 9pm ferry from Gomera, which would get me home for about 11pm. And then spend most of the next day recovering.
But with the new year changes to the timetable, I couldn’t do it in a day. So I caught the 6 am ferry on Saturday, and got to my friend’s hotel just as she was eating breakfast. We hired a car and went right around La Gomera (about 80 very wiggly kilometers) stopping off for a walk in the national park, some very bland garbanzas for lunch, and a little shopping.
By the time we got back, it was late afternoon, and we were rather tired. I returned the hire car, and we ate, and then we found a nice bar and had several beers while we talked about life, the universe and everything.
And a youngish man at the next table kept looking at us. Since my friend is younger, slimmer and better looking, I assumed he was interested in her. But no, he was looking at me! Strange, but very nice for my ego. My friend thought it was because I looked so animated. Certainly I always feel a sneaky thrill when I leave my family behind for a bit, rather like bunking off school.
