[Excerpted from an article originally published Jul. 24, 2013.]
My mother took me to Puerto de la Cruz on the island of Tenerife, Canary Islands for the March school break in 1967. We were living in Germany then and travelled extensively. I was twelve, “going on 20″.
These islands were formed from volcanic rock and have some fascinating vistas. Unfortunately, my personal photos didn’t capture much of that, but you can see more details here.
The first thing that struck me was the interesting mix of Spanish and African cultures. Strains of Flamenco music wafted through the open bar doors, while people rode on camels through the streets. We fit right in among the mostly German and British tourists.
Most afternoons, there was a stop at the Cafe’ de Paris on the main promenade for traditional German “Kaffee und Kuchen”, (coffee and cake). I especially enjoyed this, because of the young, handsome waiter who always flashed me a dazzling smile. To this day, the dark Latin types appeal the most. I even married one!
While wandering about, we discovered a quaint little bar with Flamenco dancers. I can’t remember the name of it and wonder if it’s still there. The furniture was all hand carved and there was a small bull ring out back, complete with a live bull, available for jousting with the patrons. He was old and tame, so it was all in fun.
My favourite song there was Los Beta Quartet’s version of “Guantanamera”. I bought the 45 as a souvenir and still have it. Such wonderful memories!
This was one of the best trips ever and I’ll never forget it!
Do you have a fond vacation memory?
I’d love to read about yours, in comments below.