So it’s back to reality today and I think my husband is going to have to drag me to work kicking and screaming because I am still firmly in holiday mode. If you follow me on Instagram you would have seen how I spent the last couple of weeks: feet up, beer in hand and face in the sun. We visited the Canary Island of Fuerteventura (you might remember the trip I took to Lanzarote a couple of years ago). Just a 4 hour flight from London with average temperatures of 25 degrees celcius all year round, it’s no wonder thousands of Brits and Germans flock here every year, and our desperation for sun and sand sent us along with the masses. I must admit that parts of it are very commercial (think Irish pubs, roast dinners and people burnt to a crisp) but we weren’t put off, we just avoided these areas. In fact, we spent most of our days on some of the most secluded and breath-taking beaches I have ever been on. The landscape is incredibly diverse – one minute you are driving through mountainous Mars-like terrain and then you hit pristine sand and azure water.
P.S – Fuerteventura is well-known for nudism on the beaches, in fact, the laws are so relaxed there is no designated beaches for nudists so you encounter them pretty much everywhere! It took some getting used to (especially the people who felt the need to do lunges). Gotta love the nudies!
All images via Wishful Thinking