|The whitewashed city of Agaete|
― Mehmet Murat ildan
|For today's adventure, we went from La Aldea, the sleepy tomato farming village we are staying in at 9 o'clock on the map to about 11 o'clock to the twin towns of Agaete and Puerto de Nieves.|
|Catedral de Nuestra Senora de Concepcion in Agaete|
|The altar of the church in Agaete.|
|Example of the architecture and style of this relatively small community. It reminded me alot of photos of the Greek Islands without the blue rooves.|
From the church, we walked a short distance to the botanical garden which once was owned by a wealthy citizen who planted many trees. It was then rented to the former garden of this person and then to a sculptor who took a notion to plant even more trees.There are some flowers there, but this garden is given particularly to trees from six of the seven continents and is quite lovely. It's obvious that there has been a lot of work put into it...which is true of nearly any garden. The city of Agaete bought the garden when the sculptor passed away in the mid 1970s, so there have been trees here for about a century and a half.
|The Mexican calabash tree.|
|Paul enjoys huerta de flores in Agaete|
|Angelic feline from whom we received cat therapy. He seems to be a denizen of the garden and quite content here.|
|The knobby bark of the floss silk tree of India|
|The bark of the spotted fig tree of China. This one stood over 50 feet tall.|
|Seriously? this is supposed to be for 2 people! It's an enormous plate of 4 whole fish, an octopus and enough potatoes, bell peppers and tomatoes to feed an army! Delicious though! We could not dream of eating all this.|
We then walked along the boardwalk of sorts. One nice thing here is that they have some natural "swimming pools" where the volcanic material has made a rim that the waves crash into and fill the pools up but there is plenty of water for paddling around without dealing with undertow, etc. that sometimes comes with oceanic areas. Very safe and beautiful as well. We spent quite a while watching waves come in and Paul said, "I could sit here and watch this all day. " Not only were the waves breaking gorgeously, but we could see up the whole pristine west coast of the island. Lovely and breathtaking.
Eventually, we did have to get back to the bus stop to get to La Aldea. It is the last night of the organized hiking trip and we were having a farewell dinner at the local cactus park called CactuAldea. Someone went to a crazy amount of trouble to bring 1200 species of cactus, many local but many not and organize it into a beautiful recreational park. They have an eating area and the chef made our group of 16 very nice paellas for our bon voyage party.
|The chef and the seafood paella. Tasty!|
|A small glance at a very large cactus garden! The white stuff behind the cacti are the greenhouses for tomatoes. There are literally hundreds of these in La Aldea.|
|An anonymous Dutchman struts his stuff.|
“Entering a garden was like succumbing to a dream. Every detail was intended to produce a specific effect on the mind and body, to excite and soothe the senses like a drug. To awaken the unconscious self.”
― Linda Lappin,
― Linda Lappin,
Paul's Ponderings: A final great day out on the "hiking"part of our trip. The bus ride over to Agaeate was a bit of a grind (think US roads before interstates), but manageable. We like the port area more than Mogan due to its "local" feel. We had a great seafood lunch and wandered about a bit, which was quite a change from the strenuous hike yesterday. Tomorrow, we transition to Las Palmas for a different experience. Bueno!