Greetings from the Canary Islands. Playa del Inglés in Spain to be exact. That’s where I’m been from last Thursday and we got back yesterday. It was my first time on a plane and in Spain in general. There’s is a lot to write about this trip so I do it in parts. There won’t be any dirty laundry to tell even if the trip wasn’t totally perfect. I’m still pretty tired of the trip so this one will be about the beginning of it. I’ll write more about it when I get them written down. I took 179 photos which are probably the most photos I’ve ever taken on a holiday. Obviously, I will only show the best ones.
I was quite excited to finally travel by plane. I thought it would be nerve-wracking but it wasn’t at all. I wasn’t even afraid to look down. Usually, I don’t like heights but now I quite enjoyed it. The flight took over 6 hours but taking photos from the view and doing drawings made the time go faster. I can’t even imagine how people can sit on a plane for 12 hours. It would bore me to tears. There was some turbulence but that can happen when you’re 11 kilometres from the ground. It was great to see the clouds below you. It’s even better when you see land from above.
Only when the plane turned there were a few butterflies in my stomach. But not on the trip home because then it wasn’t anything new. It was actually quite cool. When we left (me and dad) it was cold and some snow so I had a winter coat on. But when we arrived in Spain it was warm so it was quite funny to wear winter clothes. It was probably over +20 Celsius and windy so what a difference it was. When you get back home it’s totally the opposite. That’s how it is when you go to a warm climate to a cold one and the other way around.
So that was the first part of the trip to Playa del Inglés. I don’t know when the next bit will come. It all depends when I get to write the things down. Patience is a virtue so stay tuned.
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