Since I had my fair share of fun during last year’s ‘Tour de France‘, we had no cycling adventures scheduled for this year.
Instead, it was Paula’s turn to book a trip, which basically means she picks a location where we get close to ‘100% sun guarantee’.
This usually means Egypt, but since we have been there so often already, she settled for a little less certanty by booking an apartment in Playa del Inglés.
On Gran Canaria…
You remember what happened that time she decided to go to Mallorca, right?
So, although I only knew it was close to Tenerife – but not close enough to have a shot at going up El Teide – it didn’t take me long to figure out that Gran Canaria is probably as much a cycling heaven as is Mallorca.
After swearing lying that I was only going to have one or two trips up to the ‘Pico de las Nieves’, Gran Canaria’s equivalent of El Teide, she reluctantly allowed me to take a cycling kit with me.