Day in, day out
My daily routine has changed somewhat since I penned my Parque Doramas post. The paternal grandmother of my niece and nephews now takes them to school. And Dani, having entered secondary, walks by himself. Which leaves Alex, me, and, er, Pueblo Canario.
Time won’t crawl
My morning job is, believe it or not, writing articles. So I usually walk as far as the bus stop with Alex. He then rides the 2, 25, or 81 to his school by himself, although good parent that I am, I always wait with him until one arrives.
Pueblo Canario: The journey home
Alex comes home for lunch. So I pick him up from school and we walk back through Pueblo Canario. This is a faux Canarian village designed by architect Miguel Fernandéz, brother of Nestor Martín Fernandéz de la Torre, an artist whose museum is housed in the same complex. It’s a copy, much like the Lopesan Villa del Conde in Meloneras which does a mean impression of Agüimes, right down to the recreation of the town’s neoclassical church in the lobby.
Song and dance
On weekdays, the Pueblo Canario restaurant does solid rather than spectacular business in providing a menú del día. It’s altogether more popular on a Sunday morning. Where locals perform traditional Canarian folk music. The timple, the Canarian pygmy guitar, is very much in evidence, along with dancing which wouldn’t look out of place at a traditional ceilidh. A stroll through here makes me think of my beloved London which famously is less a city and more a collection of individual villages.
It’s a beautiful night
The Pueblo church is an in-demand venue for weddings, particularly those marrying for the second time. Indeed, I crammed into the service for my brother-in-law Octavio’s union with Sole. For the latter it was a nice day for a white wedding, for the former a nice day to start again.