Puntallana originally grew around the spring of St John the Baptist (San Juan). Today,the spring is still there, but it’s nobody’s drinking water (which is a good thing, seeing as the water’s green.) Still, it’s a peaceful spot to visit, and they still hold a yearly procession where they take the statue of the village’s patron saint, St John the Baptist, to the spring to give thanks for the water….
Before the Spanish invasion, Belmaco Cave was the home of the kings of Mazo. The first rock carvings were found in the 18th century, which was the start of archaeology in the Canary Islands. Today, it’s open to the public. The entrance where you pay (€1.50 for a resident adult) is also a handicraft shop. A little farther inside, there’s a small, two-story building housing various artefacts, like shell…
For centuries, goatherds have brought their flocks to the Roque de los Muchachos, the highest point on the island of La Palma. As the lower pastures dried out in summer, they moved to fresh pastures on higher ground. These days, farmers can drive home for the night, but of course that wasn’t the case 50 years ago, much less 500 years ago. They came up some time in June, and…
The people who lived on La Palma before the Spanish arrived in 1493 called the island Benahoare, and themselves Benahorita, and they’re the subject of the permanent exhibition upstairs at the ethnographic museum in Los Llanos. The Benahorita lived in caves and wore animal skins, but they weren’t stupid. They farmed, and they had quite a bit of technology considering there’s no metal ores on the island. Their ceramics are…
This morning I finally got to see the ethnographic museum in Los Llanos. It’s been open for four years, so I wasn’t exactly jumping the gun. The building’s at the top end of Los Llanos, and the outside is an example of what you can do with concrete when you stop thinking about shoe boxes. I’m sure only smart-mouthed philistines find themselves thinking of gasometers. It’s just that I used…
This morning I finally got to see the ethnographic museum in Los Llanos. It’s been open for four years, so I wasn’t exactly jumping the gun. The building’s at the top end of Los Llanos, and the outside is an example of what you can do with concrete when you stop thinking about shoe boxes. I’m sure only smart-mouthed philistines find themselves thinking of gasometers. It’s just that I used…