A cloudy Sunday afternoon wandering with the sun inside

byEnricoRossi

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2 years ago

As I set out to explore Fuerteventura, I quickly realized that the island isn't just about the shimmer of its waters or the warmth of its sands. On a day when clouds dominated the horizon, it was the character of the places and the heart of its people that shone brightly.

Betancuria: Echoes of the Past

Nestled in the heart of Fuerteventura, Betancuria felt like a portal to another era. Founded in the early 15th century, it once throbbed as the capital of the Canary Islands. Its essence is steeped in history. Meandering through its alleys, I could almost hear the whispers of past generations. Each corner seemed to reveal more of its story— from the whitewashed houses that have stood the test of time to the vibrant bougainvillea that add bursts of color against the historical canvas.

Antigua: A Brief Yet Beautiful Interlude

Time, often an unforgiving companion during travels, pressed me to make a brief stop at Antigua. But sometimes, a mere glimpse can capture the essence of a place. The church, poised with an aura of reverence, showcased a blend of antiquity and architectural beauty. Even in the fleeting moments I spent there, Antigua conveyed a sense of tranquility and timelessness.

Los Molinos: Embracing the Elements

Heading back to the northern part of the island, the charming fisherman's village of Los Molinos greeted me. The winds here told tales of the vast ocean and faraway lands. And the sea, not to be outdone by the winds, put on a theatrical display—boisterous waves passionately kissing the rugged shoreline.

The village's aura invited me to a local taberna, where I savored a plate of delectably grilled calamares a la plancha. With every bite, the flavors seemed to narrate stories of the sea, while the ambiance of the rustic tavern sang hymns of Canarian heritage.

La Oliva: A Gentle Farewell

Concluding my journey was the picturesque village of La Oliva. Here, amidst the blend of history and nature, I found peace. The ancient church, a testament to La Oliva's rich past, stood as a beacon of serenity. The village, with its harmonious blend of past and present, seemed to gently whisper, "Hasta luego" (see you later), promising that every goodbye isn't the end, but a new beginning.

That cloudy day on Fuerteventura was a testament to the island’s spirit. Clouds might have obscured the sun, but the island's soul, its history, cuisine, and tales, ensured the day was radiant in its own unique way. As you immerse yourself in this narrative, may you feel a fragment of the magic and warmth that Fuerteventura gifted me that afternoon