9/10. I start the day with a trip to the airport to drop off the car. No comments, but a long conversation with the girl who receives it. She is from Andalusia, and misses the forest and the cold. I walk around the airport and find the beach. I follow it a couple of hours back to Arrecife. Here is a beach promenade, beautiful sandy Inland, the pedestrian street starts, and I follow it. Close by is the lagoon Charco de San Ginés, 10/10. I I pass by the pastry shop again by chance, and try a Milhojas; egg whites, thin layers of puff pastry and a solid layer of powdered sugar on top. More calories than taste. It's almost eleven o'clock I find some nylon fabric, a zipper and thread. Then I can make a slightly larger toiletry bag and a separate compartment for the gadget box in my belt bag. I get around most of the city, but I don't find that many new motifs. At the far end of the city are the cruise ships, and that takes away some of the interest. Close by, I find some abandoned buildings on an equally abandoned rocky beach. A strange It's hard to find lunch, as I'm hungry at twelve o'clock. Most places are closed, but those that are open, haven't opened the kitchen. Finally I find a baker who has buns with cheese and tomato. Not the most exciting thing I've seen, but I can get it. There are quite a few English tourists here, and you can tell from a distance by their bubbly mood. And they are very happy In addition to alcohol disposers and guidelines, many have cash machines; all remnants of Covid-19. Or preparations for the next pandemic? Bird flu seems to be gaining momentum. I quietly trudge home, to sew while there is still daylight. It keeps me busy for a few hours. Incidentally, it is a small and cosy 11/10. Now, I'm just wandering around and finding suspicious works of art, while doing my best to avoid the pastry shops. Unfortunately, they are outnumbered. At least there are a few more shops open today, unfortunately mainly with tourist-oriented I'm home at two o'clock, having seen everything, once again. After an hour, I'm terribly restless, and I trot one more time, this time in the residential area. Even here, there are pastry shops, and I fall in. I end up down by the beautiful harbour, and then trudge home. I do today's Facebook update, which is a bit thin, and then I have a few hours to go, before it's time for bed. Day's highlights. 12/10. Lanzarote was a pleasure, but I don't plan on coming back; a week is enough to see everything. It is a fairly modern island with little history items left. Beside from the vine fields, here are, at least this time of year, no sigh of agriculture. The tourist industry seems to dominate. I have taken 1868 photos and driven 735 kilometres myself. It cost me a few percent less than expected, as petrol was cheap; €1,145.
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