This really is just about some small things. In fact, a handful of little words. In Gran Canaria there is a local dialect, so some Spanish words are not used. There are no autobuses but there are guaguas – which is onomatopoeia for the sound of the old claxon horns. And papas are not Daddies - but potatoes – normally cooked in their skins until they go wrinkly and served with mojo rojo. A simple but very tasty red sauce.
The first photo records my lunch on a day when I had navigated my way up to a beautiful volcanic crater on the guagua and eaten papas rojos and pimientos de padron. (Fried mini peppers with sea salt.) Those words sound interesting, have great symmetry, and will remind me of an excellent lunch enjoyed in between some amazing walks.
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