Corralejo: I

Corralejo: Day One; or Letter From Corralejo.

I am presently - at eight forty-five - sitting on a sunny terrace viewing the isle of Los Lobos and the old harbour of Corralejo, Fuerteventura, Canary Islnads.

I had an uneventful and smooth enough journey yesterday. First port-o'-call must be the supermarket in order to procure a bottle of Tanquerey, a juicy lemon and some sparkling tonic water.

I've become fond of the cafe condensada served to locals here; which reminds me, I have to buy some thick, condensed milk.