Madrid to Las Palmas, Gran Canaria MAD->LPA (AKA-Where the eff is our hostel)

After our gigantic fight the night before, we were looking to put everything behind us and ready to move forward to this trip.  We spent our last hours in Madrid packing all of Ashley’s stuff and waiting for her landlord to come and check her out of her apartment.  We then found our way over to Kai and Betty’s apartment, so that we could get the keys.  They were going to Norway and letting us stay there our last night of our trip.  Have I told you how much I just adore them.  We wanted to leave the bulk of Ashley’s stuff there so that both of us were only taking one backpack for the rest of our trip.

After getting the keys, wishing them to have a safe trip, thanking them for letting us stay and me begging for any Norway pictures that could resemble anything Frozen for baby girl, we were ready to go. But, we a little bit of time before we needed to be at the airport.  We took up Kai’s advice and went to eat at near his place.  OMG!  It’s like the Chipotle of Spain, but with these giant vats of margaritas!  It was so delicious.  Then, we were off to the airport!

Tierra !!!!

Tierra !!!

 

Now, we were flying Ryanair (which everyone knows that it can be difficult).  We get to the airport, find our terminal and the Ryan air line was ridiculously long.  We stood in it for a little bit, while I tried to figure out if we even needed to because we weren’t checking bags.  We even learned some sweet Ryanair tips for travel via the Irish guys behind us.  I thought we needed a stamp.  It’s a Ryanair thing, but after speaking to one of employees, we realized that we didn’t need one because we were fly to the Canary Islands and that was still part of Spain.  We weren’t leaving the country.  But, he questioned the size of my bag.  So after getting out of line, measuring my bag, we were ready to go.  Except for the security check.  I had brought a kindle.  I never use it and it’s technically my sons, so I forgot that it was in the hidden compartment of my backpack.  While going through security, they kept telling me that there was “something square” in my bag that needed to come out.  That was Ashley’s interpretation of what they were saying.  I was getting anxious because everything I was pulling out of my bag wasn’t it.  I couldn’t think of anything square that I had with me.  Alas, I finally remembered that I had the kindle, pulled it out and we made it through security.

The flight was the beginning of the end with learning to deal with Ashley and how she handles flying and car rides.  No Bueno!  The flight was about 3 hours long (and a time change) and let’s just say that she was miserable most of the time.  This is also a recurring theme during our trip.  

You have to keep in mind that the Canary Islands are off the coast of Africa.  They have the same landscape, which means that you’re not flying into a Caribbean Island.  It’s not “tropical.”  As our flight was landing I was excited, but I think Ashely was thinking tropical and not the more desert-ish island.  However, once we landed with clear directions from our hostels, she started to warm up.  We landed around 7pm.

Flying in to Las Palmas!

Flying in to Las Palmas!

Clear Directions.  Hahahaha!

We boarded the only bus into the city, it’s an urban beach, and got off were it ended.  We had accidentally, taken the bus that only takes you halfway.  So, we boarded another bus to get to the city center.  When that bus ride ended, we were super confused and lost.   I said, “Let’s just take a cab.”  We gave him the address of the hostel and figured, on good faith, that he would get us there.  Nope.  Not even close.  Two hours of walking later, starving, with Ashley completely ignoring me asking for her to speak spanish to someone in one of the many restaurants that we passed for directions and then getting mad if I attempted to ask in my broken spanish and it being completely dark, we found our hostel.  And it looked closed.  There were no lights on in the windows.  We knocked and no one came to the door.  At this point, we were so exhausted and hungry that we didn’t know what to do.  I peeked in the mail slot and saw people in there, but still no one came to the door.  A couple that was walking by on the promenade, who must have sensed our struggle, pointed out the weird doorbell.  We rang it and nothing. Nothing.  At this point, feeling very defeated and starving, some people exited the hostel.  We came in and found the staff, and by staff, I mean the young girls that stay there for free in exchange to help run the place and have no effing clue what’s going on.  They told us that they were fully booked.  I had reservations.  After what seemed like forever, they admitted that they had a mix-up and were going to show us to our room.  It should also be noted that their wifi was broken, because that’s a reoccurring theme on our trip.  Now, I booked a room for just us two.  HAHAHA!  They lead us up to our room, which was an awesome room, and then the informed us that the electricity wasn’t working in our room.  WTF!  So as they found the guy to help us at least get an extension cord to charge stuff and a flashlight to take a shower, because we had been traveling all day, we realized that there was someone else’s stuff in the room.  Cell phone, clothes, etc..  All just laying right out on the bed.  At this point, we didn’t know what to do.  There was a futon and we figured out that we were going to have to share it.  The maintenance guy came up, tested some outlets and brought us and extension cord and a lamp.  Whatever.   At this point, neither one of really cared.  It was 10 pm, we were exhausted and starving.  It was in this moment that we met the roommate.  This girl comes storming up the steps, speaking angry spanish to the maintenance guy and started flipping some other switches on the wall.  All which worked!  Yep, there was no problem with electricity, you just had to find the one hidden switch that turned everything on in the room.  We were thrilled.  Our new roommate not so much.  

She stormed back downstairs and we got ready to go find food.  As we left on this quest, we said hola to the roommate that was sitting on the porch common area and she completely ignored us.  Great.   We ended up at some restaurant, completely over ordered, drank wine and decided that we just wanted to go to bed.  Back to the hostel we went, where the roommate actually came up to the room and introduced herself and was nice.  I think she had liquid courage.  

 

Bienvenidos Las Palmas, Gran Canaria!

At least we caught sunset!

At least we caught sunset!

 

Las Palmas!

Las Palmas!

 

Volcano!

Volcano!

 

Awesome artwork everywhere

Awesome artwork everywhere

 

YUM-MY

YUM-MY

 

We definitely ordered too much food!

We definitely ordered too much food!


 

 

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