A hike to a "Lunar Landscape" and our rent-a-wreck robbed

Grey clouds rolling over the mountains, clipping off their poointy peaks. But, being optimistic we´re off, driving up to Teide. This national park is a huge volcano, more or less retired. Though still burping sulfurously here and there.

We drive through Vilaflor, at 1466m. the highest village around. Very pictoresque, typical white tiled houses, some with verandas in the brown hardwood they use in the Canaries. Pretty plazas, church, narrow lanes.
We ascend, swich-back after switch-back throuth the airy pine woods, then up over the tree-line, up to the cañadas, the flat lava brush plains, surrounding the Pico de Teide.
The original population here, the Guanchos, herded their cows and goats here. After they were wiped out by the invading Spaniards the new, Spanish-Canarians continued to live here, in much the same manner. But what these poor animals found to eat out here, a few straws and prickly brush-weed, blowing in the icey winds... It's all of 15 degrees today with a stiff breeze blowing. While the sea-level climate is still a balmy t-shirt temperature. We take a look at the Roques, huge stone pinnacles of hard rock, let standing on the flat lava plains. Fantasyful wind and rain sculpted formations. There`s a cable-gondola that will take you up to 200m short of the Peak of Teide (3718m), but in the strong, gusting wind it doesn`t tempt!

Nope. We drive down again to just above Vilaflor, to a trail that will take us into "Lunar Paisasje", a lunar landscape. Uphill, warmer but still windy, we have a quick march along a forest road, almost 2 hours before the lava trail leads us up to the lunar landscape. It's quite a view. The light, almost chalk-white forms are organic, rounded "Roques", looking like big dollops of merengue.
Again we race to get back before night-fall. But back at our little "rent-a-wreck" we have an unpleasant surprise waiting for us.
Broken glass all over the back seat. And a huge stone on the floor. And my bag stolen! Luckily my camera and wallet were with me on the hike, but the bags contained some clothes I liked, and my good perscription sunglasses, especially bought for the trip. Bummer.

Back at the marina we join Swedish "Eos" and "Christina" for a sympathetic chat and some good laughs, and tales, and forget all about smashed glass and robberies.