Arriving in Gran Tarajal on Furteventura was quite the contrast from touristy Lanzarote. In this sleepy town, the streets were covered in sand and the boats in the marina seemed to have been staying there for a very long time. We enjoyed the laid back atmosphere, and soon the kids realized that the boat across from us had a Belgian boy onboard. They couldn’t really understand each other, but Mattis got a truck out and soon the language differences didn’t matter.
The kids made a small video for their friends about Furteventura and the sail onwards to Las Palmas, Gran Canaria. It’s in German, but we put subtitles in for English and Danish.
When the kids were done swimming in Gran Tarajal, we took an overnighter to Las Palmas, where we could get all the boat gear we needed. Once we reached the city, we were told that there was no space in the marina – something they tell everyone – but when I went to check in, and spoke to them nicely, they discussed back and forth for a long time, and we finally got a berth. But only for three days! Which turned out to be six days.
In Las Palmas we met a Danish boat with kids the same age as Runa and Mattis onboard, so for the next couple of days we were back to playdates and sleepovers, while the adults of course had some sangria in the cockpit. But soon we waved goodbye to La Vie, when they left Las Palmas to sail to Cape Verde and the Caribbean.
We were happy that we had done some grocery shopping for christmas in Arguineguin, because San Miguel was in the middle of nowhere, with no supermarkets in sight. For christmas dinner we got our stove top oven out and managed to make some nice duck. Vegetables, however, were nowhere in sight, so it wasn’t exactly the healthiest christmas dinner. In Arrecife we had visited an IKEA and bought a small christmas tree, and in Gibraltar we had gotten a real english christmas cake, so we were well prepared for the evening. The kids were gifted dive gear, I got a new USB charger and Esben got fishing gear, so all in all it was a really nice christmas. Plus, it was a good occasion to wear the moroccan clothes we bought for the kids in Tangier.