@brittarnhild
We picked up a hitchhiker the other day. A smell of sweat and old pipe tobacco filled the car as the Belgian man started to tell his stories. He has come to La Gomera every year since around 1990. Stays for a month, always alone, and spend the days hiking the island. We had a thousand questions to ask and he had a million answers to give. And it was because of one of his tale we found ourselves doing one of the most beautiful hikes I´ve ever done.
We drove from our hotel and up, up, up to the village Arure. There we parked the car just outside a small farm with an amazing bird cage. I could have stood there for a long time listening to the bird singing. By the way, during another hikd we passed a house where they had several bird cages hanging on the outside wall of the house. In one of them was a black bird. I imagine the woman in the house waking each morning to the blackbird singing......or, will the blackbird sing when caged?
This time our hike was not steep up and down as most hikes here on La Gomera are. Instead we fillowed the ridge on and on and on untill we came to the cliff where we looked right down on the village where our hotel is. No hike if you have a fear of hights.
Along the hike we passed several deserted old farms. I hope to do a post about one of them some day (may be over in Blåklokkeveien). We ate our lunch outside one of them, and when I discovered the grass around the house was filled with broken tiles from the damaged roof, I started to pick the most beautiful ones.
"What are you doing?" Terje asked.
"Picking tiles of course, can´t you see that?"
"Sure I can see that. But why? What for?"
"To take home. I will use them in my herb garden."
"To take home????? You are crazy"
"Crazy? No, I am not crazy. You mix up the words. I am creative :-)"
When I closed my eyes last night, just before going to sleep, all I could see was lava stones. "Lavastones," Terje mumbled, "I see only broken roof tiles!"
