Day 1: Saturday 19.08.17
So the day has finally arrived. I’m headed to Tenerife, Canary Islands with my dads side of the family. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a tiny bit excited. It’s a well deserved break especially after graduating from University. The last time I flew out was in 2011 to Ghana with my mothers side of the family. A whole 6 years ago you know?! BRUH.
After all that excitement, Tenerife almost didn’t even happen. After 2 hours and 2 car accidents, the traffic on the motorway to Gatwick airport was proving to be an absolute disaster. It was almost like we was reenacting the film ‘Are We There Yet’ with my brothers continuously asking “When are we going to be at the airport?”
Several miles later, we finally got to the check in point only to be told our gate had closed. I remember vividly seeing the sheer and utter disappointment on my dads face. He literally hung his face down like is this really happening…
It was only God at that point. I don’t talk about positive mindsets for no reason people! I literally kept saying to my family that by God’s grace, we would make it on the plane. I kept rehearsing to my family to be positive. The lady could tell we had been rushing and hearing that news was like a slap to the face. We had ran out of breath running from my uncles car to the check in point. Her supervisor then decided to reopen the gate for us and from there the rest was history. We ran all the way to the departure gate and still got to the final boarding gate only to meet a queue of people still waiting to get on the plane. Yes, I really had to roll my eyes at this point. So you really mean to tell me I ran all that way and the staff were going to act like we would be holding up the plane for everyone else? GIRL BYE.
Fast forward to approximately 7:30pm, we arrive in Tenerife. There wasn’t that much to do as we are not staying in a resort but rather a residential area so luckily, we live a 1 minute walking distance from a mini market. We bought food and had some dinner (grilled chicken, chips and a salad).
Day 2: Sunday 20.08.17
Courtesy of my lovely dad, we had breakfast – eggs, sausages, bacon and toast (no beans because the locals don’t really eat that out here). I feel like such a daddies girl at this point as my dad literally won’t let me help him cook or prepare/clear the table (not so lucky for my other siblings lol). We then headed off to a beach called Playa de las Americas. The views were absolutely unreal (minus all the obroni people who decided that everyone else wanted to see their breasts kmt).
I, unfortunately, are one of those who conform to the common stereotype that black people can’t swim. I decided that I would be better off trying to catch a tan in the sun. It was great to see my family enjoying themselves in the sea. I was adamant that I would not be seen dead in the sea. A few hours later was I not in that very same sea, knees deep with my shorts lol.
We spent several hours at the beach. It was a breath of fresh air. A day out I desperately needed away from all my troubles and worries. Why can’t England just be nice and hot with a decent breeze? That’s all I ask for!
A nice chilled Koppaberg by the sea whilst laying catching the sun. I don’t think I could ask for much more than that.