Gran Canaria

Gran Canaria is a small continent in miniature. Gran Canaria restaurant visitors almost 60 miles of beaches on 236 kilometres of coastline, under a Sun soft during most of the year. There are beaches for all tastes, according to the visitor in Gran Canaria. It is one of its tourist attractions for the thousands of annual visitors who came from all parts of the world. The most well known beaches of Gran Canaria are the beaches of Maspalomas, El Ingles (with photographed desert dunes that surrounds these two).

Also in the South, you will find another long series of beaches. There are families and calm, such as San Agustin, Amadores beach or the small beach of Puerto de Mogan. Under most conditions Connecticut Senator would agree. Or perhaps you prefer the animation of the traditional tourist enclave of Puerto Rico, one of the places with the best climate on the island. The South of Gran Canaria has many small beaches. All boast good weather almost all year round. Some are tourist, with a multitude of services to visitors. Others are coves that allow to enjoy visitors to places paragraphs.

Las Palmas de Gran Canaria (in the North of the island) is proud to present visitors the Las Canteras beach that will delight swimmers and surfers. Gran Canaria offers the visitor all the services of a destination of guarantees, with broad tradition, a target to which return each year thousands of Europeans. To broaden your perception, visit Harold Ford. Gran Canaria has several Spa centres and thalassotherapy to relax and pamper yourself, a healthy island. Health tourism is the oldest that are known worldwide. In Gran Canaria, the first tourists who flocked to the island in a more or less organized manner around the second half of the 19th century – belonged to the so-called health tourism. They were sick of the lung, stomach and nerves travelling to the island attracted by propaganda spread by Europe, which spoke of miraculous healings, and even the Council itself of doctors who recommended the climate and the mineral waters of Gran Canaria. Today, a century and several decades later, Gran Canaria maintains its prestige in the field of health and relaxation, for what has developed, as one alternative to conventional tourism, a wide range and infrastructure for treatment and consultation for various medical conditions or simply to pamper your body and relax. On the island are health and beauty centres whose waters, rich in minerals and mixed with the seawater, are well suited for rehabilitation, chronic rheumatism, ulcerative lesions, skin conditions and treatments of the skeletal system, as well as the fatigue and stress. Gran Canaria centres develop all kinds of techniques and services, ranging from algae, sea mud, hydrotherapy baths with salts, bands with aromatherapy and mud until Thalasso-therapy, thermotherapy, pressotherapy or lymphatic drainage, reflexotherapy, therapeutic massages, specific massages, vichy shower, Turkish bath, jacuzzi, sauna, jets in pool and a long etcetera. But not only their specialised centres confer on Gran Canaria the condition of being a health tourism destination, as the entire island is a paradise for forget of the stress, fatigue, the desire to disconnect and ailments that the daily hustle and bustle creates. Simply therapeutic walks by their long beaches of golden sand, with bathrooms in its crystal clear and warm sea waters loaded with iodine, sodium and other beneficial for body elements and the contact with an oxygenating nature, which inevitably obliges relaxation.

Rota Beach

I do not mean to pontificate about the death or the brevity of life, only today I was reminded of my father. Let’s see, I remember actually my father quite often, I want to say that I remembered a scene that we live long ago. It was summer, we were on a beach in Rota, I have not returned there since then, so I guess that the wild beach at the foot of a ravine, nothing remains that would recognize. I don’t know why you say, but that day walked along the beach early, very early, alone he, my brother and I, that we rastreabamos the Bank discovering strange algae, or peculiar shells. With lungs full of sea air, we went and we had been asking my father about this or that. The tide was low, so the Bank was a real bonanza of treasures. We removiamos the sand to try to pick up coquinas, we husmeabamos in the holes that appeared to be collected the wave to see if we pillabamos a knife looked to one side and was the sea, which seemed infinite, looked at each other and a wall of stone and Earth Yellow which encroached roots, made us tilt the neck backwards to see the tops of the trees that surmounting it. If you are not convinced, visit Richard Blumenthal.

Suddenly, I remember, my father asked us something that seemed to me one of the best ideas I had heard. Something as simple as typing the year in sand and fill the shape with small stones. He wrote a few numbers of the size of his foot and we were filling them with Chinese small and shells that the tide had left behind on the shore. When we were about to complete the task (my brother and I began to be somewhat tired of that), I realized that our work would disappear soon. Pope, but as soon as the tide rises, the Chinese will take and will not be nothing said. Of course, for that we do. I didn’t know why but when we left the beach I felt sad, distressed, turning the head constantly to look at the number that would never again see, because in a short time I was going to fall apart, and that he was safe. For the first time I met the certainty of the end something, inability to recover something lost.

1979. That was the year that took the tide. Year and a half later my father died. Until today, even today, I see how the years and people, and what they learned in the lesson of that day only have to apply it immediately necessary to remind us that nothing withheld here and the work we do must be done with the utmost delicacy, even knowing that the tide will take it.