London is cold. There is no doubt about this. It's also dreary. Sunlight comes across like a chance encounter with someone you know that you had no intention of seeing ever again. And the sun goes down before four. That's right. Four.
So I'm thinking about taking a vacation(s). I can't help but think of sunny climates and beaches when I'm here in London, and since I'm here I guess instead of vacations I should call them holidays
. So as I sit looking out my window at either the gray of the day or the black of the night, I start to daydream about the places I've been, and the places I want to go to. South America is always a good place to escape the winter. It's so far though, and I'll be going back to Colombia soon enough. I need something closer to day dream about.
A lot of Brits go to Spain on holiday. I could do that, I like Spain, even though they're Spanish is so much more difficult to understand than the Paisa Espanol I know and love.
But Spain has the Canary Islands. Which I loved and wanted to see more of. I could totally go back there, maybe see more islands this time, have more than one holiday, have a whole series of canaries holidays
. I never made it to El Hierro, and so many people described it in reverent tones. It is a Biosphere reserve, with some of the most beautiful nature in the world. It's the smallest Canary Island, and it has one small village and a landing strip they call the airport. For a long time it was considered the edge of the world, the last known spot sailors saw before they ventured out to battle whatever mythological beasts and curses lay beyond civilization.
I want go there. The edge of civilization. As much as I like London, sometimes it seems a bit too civilized. But you need civilization when it's cold and dark all the time. When you're in the sun with beautiful nature all around, civilization seems downright savage.