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“I’ll mix us a small aperitif” shouts Sarah above the din of the steady disco beat emanating from the speakers and the constant whirr of my hairdryer.
It’s Thursday night, Sarah’s last with us before she returns to Doncaster and makes final preparations before leaving for Sri Lanka and 2 years as a project worker with VSO.

It’s been a busy day; up with the lark at 9am (larks sleep late in Tenerife), fruit for breakfast, make up the bocadillos for lunch, pack the rucksacks, grab the hiking boots and head off into the hills for some crater walking.
Parking the car at the visitor centre in El Portillo, we set off to do the circular Arenas Negras walk.
The north coast of Tenerife is laid out like a jewelled carpet 2000 metres below us as we traverse the crater, climbing steadily until we reach the flat retama scrublands with their myriad of earth tones where the debris of millions of years of volcanic activity has created a landscape where lakes of white pumice sit beside rivers of russet, brown, orange and crimson.Hiking the Arenas Negras trail Into the lunar surface, a vast canyon yawns, its sheer slopes layered in a cross section of volcanic evidence.
We sit on a bed of white pumice and, beneath Teide’s icy stare, tuck into our bocadillos.

The landscape turns black as we skitter and ski our way down the loose descent of the eponymous Arenas Negras before joining the wide pista of Siete Cañadas which will take us back to our starting point.
On the way, Jack teaches us how to ‘get in step’ Marine-style by way of a short stamp with the right foot to the back of the left heel which, almost imperceptibly, changes the lead foot. I’m extremely impressed by this revelation and we practice changing step in perfectly synchronised route-march style for several hundred yards, causing general hilarity and Sarah to drop her sunglasses, undetected, somewhere along the 2½ kilometre stretch.
We begin to re-trace our steps but luckily, I ask a couple of German hikers who are heading towards us if they happen to have seen the escapee ‘fendis’ and they produce them from a top pocket, thus saving us a great deal of wasted time and effort.
Unluckily, they then ask us if we can give them a lift back to their car which they’ve left at the Parador; a 40 minute round trip completely out of our way, thus causing us a great deal of wasted time and effort.
With the compulsory customary beer at the end of a Tenerife walk and the long drive home, there’s little time to relax before we have to head off for the bus and Sarah’s vodka aperitif gives us a much needed boost.

A second aperitif in Plaza Charco and then it’s off to Mil Sabores for a meal that does exactly what it says on the menu; a ‘thousand flavours’ racing around our palettes, the final lap being performed by the best profiteroles and tiramisu ever to grace Canarian crockery.
A couple of mojitos in ‘Elements’ bar round off a perfect evening and it’s near 2am when we arrive home, to find that Sarah left the freezer door open when she mixed the vodkas. The ice bag is now floating and our nightcaps are tepid.
On Friday night, at 10.30pm, a text arrives from Sarah:
“Hi, just got home to find I accidentally switched the freezer off before I left…whoops!”

Is Sri Lanka ready for Sarah, I wonder?

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I used to be a vegetarian, (reading that statement back, it sounds as though I ought to add “but I’m better now” onto the end of it), so I know how tricky eating out in Spain can be when you don’t eat meat. My saving grace was that I ate fish.

I can hear vegetarians screaming at this point: “You’re not a veggie! Veggie’s don’t eat fish!” and I have no inclination to contradict them but what else could I call myself? My husband always told people we were piscitarians but I seriously doubt the existence of such a word and maintain that he only used it because it sounded as if it could just as easily be a statement on our drinking habits as our eating ones.

Anyway, many of our friends still are vegetarians and one in particular is also what could be termed as ‘fussy’ which is a massive understatement and equates to ‘you can never eat out’ if you live, as she does, on La Gomera.
This weekend she came to stay and I was eager to surprise her with a trip to El Maná in the Ranilla restaurant district of Puerto de la Cruz.

Restaurant district, Puerto de la CruzRanilla has always been the heart of the restaurant district in Puerto and just recently there’s been a spate of new openings which have added a touch of contemporary chic and nouveau cuisine to the traditional Canarian menus and décor of the fishing district. El Maná is a (mainly) vegetarian, organic restaurant whose owner is the chef and we’ve eaten there with veggie friends from Manchester and have all been blown away by the fabulous food.

So, confident in the knowledge that I could present Jo with a restaurant that would satisfy even her fussiness, we trotted along to El Maná on Saturday night. Jo took a long look at the menu before declaring “it’s too vegetarian for me.”
Stunned into silence, I led her back to Mil Sabores where she chose Mediterranean soup followed by mussels with garlic bread and declared it all delicious. Thus, the evening was saved and I can start work on a whole new chart against which to measure fussiness, Jo having blown the previous score of ‘10’ right out of the water.

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No party in Plaza del Charco tonight, day spent on the beach enjoying some well deserved R & R. Out to dinner at Mil Sabores – wonderful food, chilled atmosphere, good wine and not a false eyelash in sight…

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