When I arrived, for once the weather wasn't so good. It rained. The chance for a trip to El Golfo and the green lake. Red rock, black sand, green lake, pale sand. A totally crazy picture. Together with the group I could walk along the brand-new road, finished a year or two ago but closed off. We could walk the whole length of it.
And Los Hervideros, where the water runs along beneath the rock and crashes against the cliffs. Simply thrilled.
Playa Quemada: I know you can do this
For the first time we went to Playa Quemada. There you launch and fly directly above the water before letting yourself drift back to the edge. I still lacked the trust to launch straight out over water and fly above water at first. My earlier experiences had unsettled me too much. So I looked at the site: where and how would you have to fly along? And for me it was perfectly fine not to launch there.
I have a beautiful memory from that day. I was quite nervous and unsure. Kai came over to me, simply stood next to me and said: Hey, I know you can do this. When you feel it, I'll get you out there. I'll help you. I'm still hugely grateful to him for that moment today. Even though I didn't launch.
Like El Cuchillo, Playa Quemada is a site I now look forward to. With a certain nervousness, of course. But I want to do it. I want to fly there. And a beautiful picture came out of that day, too.
Groundhandling at Macha, evenings at the Casa
At Macha flying unfortunately wasn't possible, but the landing field down below was pretty cool for groundhandling. And then those typical evenings at the Casa: you agree who's going shopping, everyone helps with the cooking, and in the evening everyone sits together, eats and talks about the day. Phenomenal.
An absolute favourite spot: the place near Las Nieves from which you look down onto the beach at Famara. Or the small Famara Beach, where we sometimes go for groundhandling, with the Risco in the background.
