Hola. We got back from Fuerteventura in the middle of the night on Tuesday and spent yesterday in a daze of sleepiness, washing, needing a food shop, catching up with some Olympic action (which mainly we could see with either Spanish or German commentary over on Fuerteventura) and despair at what's happening in the UK at the moment (which obviously we had been tracking via phones while away). Hearing about other people's holidays is usually pretty boring so I won't go into too much detail here but you will find a lot of Fuerteventura photographs accompanying posts over the next few weeks.
Fuerteventura is the Canary island nearest to Morocco, a volcanic rock in the Atlantic with year round sunshine, temperatures at this time of year in the high 20s/ low 30s and a constant breeze/ wind, that makes it possible to move around and do things without it feeling stupidly hot. We had a great time, our hotel was lovely and we spent many hours either poolside or on the beach. We hired a car and drove through the mountains into the centre of the island which was very memorable, the landscape completely desert like, and went to Betancuria, the oldest town on Fuerteventura. It was a much needed change of pace. I did spend part of the final day there wondering how we could stay for much much longer but, sooner or later, you have to come home don't you?
Easing myself back into the music and the blogging here are some tracks with islands and Spanish in their titles.
First, ninety seconds of calming ambient bliss from Seahawks, followed by some longer, floaty ambient sounds from Future Sound Of London.
Now, AR Kane and a Spanish quay, from their 1988 album 69, a bewildering but beautiful mix of dream pop, FX and guitar pedals, noise and psychedelia.
And finally, Slowdive and some dramatic Spanish shoegaze from 1994.
If you run those four together, in that order, you'll have an accidental but lovely way to start your day.
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Yes, I had. Thank you for it
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