lanzarote means lancelot

11.25.2010 first night in lanzarote. no thanksgiving here. how refreshing. we had, in madrid before leaving, seriously, a 6 course lunch at nippon taro. ejecutivo 2 from the daily lunch menu. by menu, they mean a special or a combination, usually a 2 or 3 course meal. best thanksgiving lunch ever. i could taste the macha in the te verde helado, green tea ice cream.

easyjet is not at all easy. javi says the flight delay today was shorter than usual. eff me. but i guess a 2 hour flight for 60 euros comes with other costs. we packed really carefully to avoid occurring carryon fees. i fit everything in my canvas daypack, almost.

galeon playa, our hotel, is in the town of arrecife. we have an ocean view from the balcony. i can hear it right now, across the parking lot and its gaudy lights, its waves beaching themselves on sand made of volcanic rocks. its wind visible in the sway of palm fronds. we walked along a couple of beaches after a better than expected chinese buffet two blocks from here. (the owners of course asked if we were from china, but at least he gave us free shots of some chinese wine, served in shot glasses that revealed naked people inside while the glasses were full. i got the naked asian lady and bub got the guy. this offering should take the place of fortune cookies in chinese restaurants.)

the moon is brilliant and ringed by a rainbow. not full, but the part that's shadowed is on top, not something i recall seeing often. we were comfortable outside with just long sleeved ts, and the water felt mild on my feet. excited to see the ocean tomorrow morning. maybe a run.

we had a drink at a bar filled with old people. it was insane. one man karaoke on a stool in front of itunes visualizations, not a head bopping in the room, and british rock song after british rock song that none of us knew. he had a good voice. sounded like travis, so i just imagined they were all travis songs...

i am in the remotest place on the planet i've ever been, and i feel it. thoughts of home and people i know tug at me like the tides. but its exciting. wherever my feet fall in front of me, i feel as if the ground is forming beneath it, like ink drops blotting on white paper, making something where there was nothing, painting new vistas, new people and new language into existence. you don't know what you don't know. truly.

and plans we do have, for the next three days! lots of sun, ocean, and hopefully fishies swimming around our faces in the pristine water.

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