Yay! I finally got to paddle in a hot spring.
It was probably in 1991 when my Spanish got good enough to realise that Fuencaliente means “hot spring”. I got quite excited, because I’d always fancied seeing a hot spring, and maybe even a paddle in one.
So I asked around. And I found that there used to be a hot spring, and a whole spa industry around it – and it got buried by the eruption in 1677. So that was that then.
But the island council finally found the spring in 2005, by sinking boreholes down to sea-level in the approximate location, and then working towards the heat source. Of course nobody could do much with a little borehole.
But the human-sized tunnel is open at last, and I finally got to go. And I paddled in one of the pools – well, dipped my toes in anyway.
So that’s me happy for today.
Cool. Well hot. Good anyway.