Saturday, June 25, 2011

Clouds, Mountains, and Markets

Now that the internet is a little bit more stable, I'm able to share some more pictures.

From the airplane ride

This is El Teide, the local volcano and Spain's tallest mountain. My grandfather advised me to sit on the left side of the plane on my way to Tenerife so that I'd catch a glimpse of it. I fought the sleep that quickly overtook me after I boarded my ridiculously-late flight and got a shot of it. I'm pretty proud of it :]

The view from my grandmother's balcony. She complains because we're on a second floor and hear absolutely everything that happens in the neighborhood, while in Radazul (we're I'll actually be living) you can hear a pin drop. I don't care, they've got mountains in Candelaria.

That dark gray and white tower is the church where both my grandparents were baptized. In case you don't know their story, it's quite interesting. They were both born in Tenerife, six years apart, down the street from one another, though both actually grew up in Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, a neighboring island. They met, however, when my grandmother was sixteen and my grandfather twenty-one, in Venezuela, because they lived in the same building. It was when they were about to marry and compared their baptism certificates that they realized they'd been baptized in the same church. My grandfather says my grandmother has been following him her entire life and never stopped.

I'll post more pictures of Candelaria and its church (not the one I mentioned before, a different one) next time. But everything is gorgeous and delicious, and everybody needs to come visit!

P.S. My camera is currently out of commission. My cousin told me her photographer friend said the main problem with Nikon cameras is their batteries, which might die at any moment a year/a year and a half after purchase. My camera is three years old, so that might just be the issue. Hopefully!

Sunday, June 12, 2011


So, I've been in Tenerife for a little over a week now, and I'm loving it. I still have no internet, so this is a short little post I'm writing from my cousins' computer.

Last photo ever taken on American soil.

The flight was mostly uneventful, although an inability to sleep while sitting paired with having watched too much Doctor Who prior to leaving resulted in me being practically delirious for a few hours, fervently believing I was on a spaceship.

Portugal. My first sight of Europe :]

Then, after nine hours of a transatlantic flight, the odyssey truly began. I'm standing in line waiting to board the plane that would take me to Tenerife, when they informed us that the flight would be delayed and that we would be further informed twenty minutes later. Then, thirty minutes. Then, forty. Then, twenty again. I was supposed to arrive at Tenerife at 4:55 P.M., I arrived at 10:15.

The beautiful island that is now my home.

A small assortment of images from the past week

I'll make more specific posts as soon as I get internet, which should be very soon!