Well it’s only taken us 16 years to come back to this delightful little island sat within the group of Islands known as The Canaries. But we finally made it.
We first came in September 1998 for our honeymoon where we stayed at La Concha bungalows set on the edge of Corralejo. Even though it was our honeymoon we brought our son Lewis with us for the two weeks stay. We met a couple called Alex and Debbie who were our neighbours for the two weeks and still to this day Michele and Debbie still exchange birthday and Christmas cards.
Well back to this visit to Corralejo, Michele won this week long stay on Key 103 in the 5 star hotel of Gran Hotel Atlantis Bahia Real all we have to pay for are flights and drinks as it’s all half-board.
We were up at 03:20 as we had an early morning flight from Liverpool airport. As previous experience has shown the auto registration reader at the airport car park failed to pick up our registration and a quick chat with the control room cured the issue. Once we were flight side it was breakfast (no alcohol was consumed – as I have great Will power) and a limitless bit of duty-free shopping. The flight left about 30 minutes, but we did make time up on the flight into Fuerteventura. A private puck up was arranged for us for the 40-minute drive to the hotel where we were greeted with a glass of champagne as we checked in.
It was a little overcast early afternoon, so we elected to walk into Corralejo which was about 20-25 minutes for us power walkers. We had a light lunch of omelette for Michele and Canarian potatoes for me all washed down with a couple of grande draft beers.
As the clouds lifted, we headed to the beach for a couple of hours sun-worshiping before having our evening meal.
The hotel restaurant is clean and well laid out. The theme for the evening seemed to be traditional roast meats (beef, chicken, and lamb chops) as well as an assortment of fresh fish.
By 21:30 we were both whacked and so retired to bed.
By 09:00 we were awake and ready for breakfast – cereal followed by freshly cooked omelette and croissants to follow all washed down with black coffee.
Then we hit the beach for a day of sunbathing. I managed to finish Alex Ferguson’s autobiography while Michele listened to her iPod. We both caught the sun. Michele must burn before she gets any colour as she’s so fair but even I turned a little bit pink (it was the first time for sunbathing since Jamaica 2 years ago!)
After a day in the sun we ate well (Tex-Mex was the theme for the evening) before heading into Corralejo where we found the music square, we spent so many nights at 16 years ago. A few mojitos before a light shower sent everybody home. We caught a €4 taxi back to the hotel.
Now today is a fresh new day what shall we do?
