A winter trip to the sun, to stay on an island that turned out to be busier than West Yorkshire! After the shock of queuing for an hour to pick up the hire car, and being stuck for half an hour on the motorway (yes, Tenerife has a motorway!), the villa turned out to be a in a little oasis of calm at the bottom of a steep hill from the main road. Surrounded on three sides by the sea, it was certainly dramatic, and when a large wave broke, the whole house vibrated. As the weather gradually got stormier over the week, the shaking of the house increased correspondingly. I certainly didn't sleep that well, but nobody else seemed to have trouble - maybe they trust Spanish engineering more than me? Certainly not for the faint hearted!
We did the usual stuff: ate and drank a lot, played in the pool, and visited the tourist sites. The star attraction of Tenerife is definitely the (extinct) volcanic Pico del Teide, which at 3718 meters is the highest point in Spain. Certainly attempting to carry children while walking at this height (or a little below - the peak itself is off-limits without a permit) is hard work; I guess I shouldn't make a career change to a high-altitude mountaineer any time soon.
16-18th November
19-21st November
19-21st November
