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Sick in Gran Canaria – January 2025

Early January was cold. Horrifically cold – by Irish standards. Nighttime temperatures plunged to minus four degrees Celsius. There was snow on the footpaths. Compared to Canada or Finland this may seem tropical but for Ireland this is catastrophic – snow, ice, frost. There were colour coded warnings of ‘multi weather hazard events’ to terrify the nation. I was not scared of the weather. My fear was that Dublin Airport wouldn’t be able to de-ice the airplane on which I was due to fly. To Gran Canaria. In June last year a Finnish friend had asked whether I was interested in spending a few days in the New Year in the volcanic, mid-Atlantic, Spanish archipelago off the coast of Morocco. My response was in the affirmative. Little did I know that as the motherland hunkered down to deal with the cold spell, I’d be jetting off to enjoy BigTourism – Spanish style.

On the beach

Until January 2020 I had a snooty aversion to mass market tourism – preferring a nice city break where I’d get a false idea of what living in another European city would be like. My nose curled in contempt when I heard of the sun, sea, sand and sangria trips. ‘It’s just like Ballybunion, except with sunshine,’ I would sneer to myself. In 2020 I took the plunge and visited Gran Canaria for the first time. That trip was amazing – partly because I travelled with a friend who rented a car meaning that we saw the island from all angles – the western cliff coast, the volcanic centre, the capital city of Las Palmas, as well as the industrial tourist town of Maspalomas and its beach – Playa del Ingles. It was also because mere weeks after my maiden voyage to Gran Canaria the world shut down. My memories of that trip grew even fonder as the nation locked down. Thankfully the pandemic didn’t halt my wanderlust and I continued to travel throughout that bizarre time – just more discreetly so as not to attract the ire of the online twitching curtains. My first trip after my inaugural bout with Covid 19 was the day I came out of quarantine – to Gran Canaria where I met up with the Finnish friend I was visiting this January.

This time she would be accompanied by her daughter. I was joined by my regular, Irish travelling companion.

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Pandemic travels: having recovered from Covid, I went to Gran Canaria. September 2021

Catching Covid-19 while visiting London in August had given me quite a shock. My symptoms were very mild, and in fact if my friend had not tested positive for Covid-19, it would have been unlikely that I would even have gone for a test. Nevertheless it gave me pause for thought. Was I needlessly endangering other people’s health with my excursions? Then I remembered that I live on my own; work from home, and that my life is a socially distant exercise as a default setting. This trip to Gran Canaria would be my first excursion after emerging from the mandatory fourteen days quarantine. I decided that it would be low key, and that no pictures would be shared of this adventure. It wasn’t that I felt any guilt or shame about my decision. I just didn’t want to have to answer questions about my intentions.

The trip to Gran Canaria had only been booked a few weeks earlier. A friend from my Amsterdam days was now residing back in her home country of Finland. She was taking a trip in early September and wanted to know if I’d like to join her. To my surprise I managed to snag the last seat available there and back, on the dates she was visiting.

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Taberna el Picoteo