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IN LOVE

Fuerteventura don’t have middle ground: love her, and can’t stay away from her, or hate her, and don’t want to come here anymore.

Fuerteventura seduced me effortlessly: it happened in just 6 days between November and December, even windy and cloudy, where I fell definitely in love.

I’m not talking about a crush on her: I fell in love wisely, with an overpowering feeling.

I was enamoured by her indifference, self-confidence, since she’s not a kiss-ass, she’s not a teaser for the tourism industry.

I love her for her talent to surprise me with several beautiful views, for her tenderness when she decides to offer me clear and bright days.

UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

Since the very first day I’ve figured out that to love her I have to accept her as she is, even if she wakes up in a bad mood and blows her wind on my face (thus, preventing me to opening my car door), or her big waves, or her currents  (making a challenge with me while swimming), or her sand, squeezing everywhere (sometimes I fail to rinse it even under the shower).

The paradox is that her “primadonna” extravagance makes her even more attractive.

 

NOT ATTRACTIVE FOR ALL

Many people told me:

“Fuerteventura don’t have middle ground: love her, and stay away from her, or hate her, and don’t want to come here anymore.”

I totally agree: those who expect never-ending bathhouses, open bar 24×7 with massaging lawn chairs, drinking and dancing all night long, will not be found of Fuerteventura.

People who hate sand and wind and only love shopping in never-ending malls, people who don’t want leave the hotel, doesn’t love this island, and probably will not come back here.

On the contrary, nature – lovers, sporty people and who is able to appreciate awesome landscapes where beauty is moving, or curios people willing to try tasty food based on goat cheese, meat and fish, will fall in love with Fuerteventura, and will return here many times.

JEALOUSY

As several lovers I’m jealous,

I get angry if I hear people disparaging my lover, or disrespecting her, polluting or dirtying her.

I can’t stand when some people get to bully my island throwing the stub into the sea.

I suffer thinking of how many people every day do reckless things like this, the consequences of which will survive for a lot of years.

I trust in the strength of the nature, in her patience, in her wisdom: I now that she will be able to defeat, to overcome and to forgive the human barbarism.

Anyway the planet earth has already overcome bombardments of meteorites, solar storms, glaciations, volcanic eruptions, tsunami, tectonic plates in movement; she has assisted to the extinction of numerous animal kinds, some also apparently stronger and powerful than the human beings.

Let’s give her time, she knows how and thing to do for her own good.

 

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DESERT

There’s more life in this desert than in a whole neighbourhood. It’s a matter of understanding.

For more than 40 years I’ve lived in big cities, where cement predominate.

We have the green of the parks of course; better luck the blue of the sea, but the main colour is grey anyhow.

Here in Fuerteventura grey doesn’t exist.

There are endless shades of yellow, red, orange, ochre, turquoise, green, white, blue. There’s nothing grey at all.

NEW EYES

That’s the reason why I had to teach my eyes to see again. Like a newborn, whose sight improves day by day.

So weird, but at first I couldn’t work out those never ending shades of the desert.

It looked flat to me; I wasn’t able to observe properly.

Now, I count any slight tone even a small stone.

WHAT A LIFE IN THE DESERT

Before moving here, I assumed the desert was an unwelcoming environment, unsuitable for life and dangerous too.

Just a landscape for taking photos, or a chance to attract visitors with desert safari tours, BBQ dinner in the beautiful desert (fake) camp and why not, camel trips.

Our desert here is something else.

It’s an enchanting dimension: is such an alive, cozy and peaceful world.

There’s more life in this desert than in a whole neighbourhood. It’s a matter of understanding.

There are creatures whose unfinished thirst for life makes them flexible and adaptive to our dry climate.

EVERY SINGLE DROP COUNTS

The desert temperature range offers a poor quantity of water, but enough to fat plants and bushes.

Botanical masterpieces, creating with their bloom quite a rural landscape during some months in the year.

No matter how much sand the wind blows on these plants: their thirst of life always comes to light.

Seldom rain triggers the miracle of life, fast and powerful: plants grow and blossom in a very short time, following an accelerating cycle to enjoy plenty of water for such a short time.

I observe them tenderly with admiration.

I envy them a little, since they are able to exploit what is offered, without regrets.

They know what best suits them, they don’t need any advice or operating manual.

They do their thing, no matter who’s watching or judging.

There, the human being jars; his presence is useless or dangerous, if he is not moved by the pureness and perfection in nature and desert life.

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