The view from the Miradoras: White

A four hour walk in the mountains is the plan. "Blue Marlin"s, "Lille Blå"s and "Babette"s six adult crew have their backpacks packed. The bus should be here any minute now, at the fuel berth quay. It was here it was supposed to leave from? At 11:05? No bus. After some confused running, scattering, re-gathering we converge on the long line of taxis. A new confusion of Spanglish conversation, and then we´re off. Two taxis, one for the guys, one for the gals. Up, up, up, switchback by switchback, into the green, leafy woods. And into the clouds. And the mist. And then into soft, later pouring rain.

No Miradores. The view is all white. Fog. We arrive at a wet path. Hmmm. The two taxi drivers decide the next Spanglish dilemma. They take us over the mountain and down the beautiful Valle de Gran Rey, "The Big King´s Valley". Terrased vinyards on steep mountainsides appear from the mist. The sea sparkling blue at the far end of the ravine. Rainbows crown the valleys.
Really.

We eat our rucksack lunches at a little chapel patio, by the black-sand beach. In the sun.
It´s been a great day. We bus back from La Playa, up again into the still rainy, foggy mountains, down again into the still sunny, windy San Sebastian.

And re-cap it all at the cosy "Cuatro Caminos" restaurant over Canarian food: Gazpacho soup, grilled tunafish, squid.