Epic Trip Part Thirteen: Arrecife, Canary Islands
We were invited to sit at the Captain's table on that night, the night of the Captain's dinner. We were delighted at the honor and eagerly went up to the Piano Bar to join the Captain for pre-dinner drinks. To our surprise, the Hotel Manager was hosting the event. It seemed that our Captain was under the weather and the HM was filling in!
This first phase of the trip was nearing its end and, to be honest, I was looking forward to terra firma. Some of the friends we'd made embarked on the excursion, and came back to tell us that their lunch had been cooked on a volcano! We were content to wander the town, checking out the church (of course), look at the coastline and other local sights, and enjoy a snack.
We looked for canaries and found nary a one. I surmised that they were all down in the [nonexistent] coal mine. Later I learned that these islands had not been named for charming little yellow birds. Rather, the early explorers found dogs on these islands, and canaria being the Latin word for dogs, provided the name.
|The night of the Captain's Dinner is also the night of the Talent Show. |
Here the waiters do their [other] thing.
|One of the joys of Star Flyer is its size. There are seldom more than 150 passengers aboard, and we make good durational friends. Here are our buddies from Toronto and from Maine; |
we dined together most evenings, sharing stories, laughs, and wine.