I use the expression “sparkle” literally for Arona’s Golden Mile, (Avenida de Las Américas) is full of glitter and glitz. While fairly well known, it isn’t famous enough to be included in Wikipedia’s Golden Mile listings, but for those who love Tenerife’s classiest shopping area it could be Las Vegas.
Friday evening when temperatures were in the mid-thirties, we met a friend for dinner. As we drove down, there were signs that the road was closed to traffic then I remembered I had mentioned in Queenie’s Blog there was a craft fair this holiday weekend.
As we came out of the car park, market stalls lined the road. We paused for a moment to survey the flamboyant scene, people with bags, families casually browsing and lovers strolling hand in hand.
Tenerife’s thriving arts and crafts scene is often linked to fiestas and on this occasion, local artisans display a wide range of hand produced goods. The mixed bag of stalls included toys, ceramics, embroidery, woodwork, as well as jewellery. As we walked down the road, the smells of Vanilla, Rose, and Jasmin fill the air from the handmade soaps.
After our meal, we sat on the seafront wall like three kids dangling our feet and licking ice cream cones as we watched the world go by.
We recognised the middle-aged street artist seen earlier in Fund Grube with his young girlfriend whose rear end could give Kim Kardashian competition. It was hard to say what she looked like with her booty so big and her waist so small. It was all a bit hypnotising to be honest.
The PR guy clad in black looking like he was auditioning as an old-school mob boss for “A Bronx Tale“. He smiles at the punters but when they refuse his menus, he mumbles “cheap bastard” as they continue on their way, funny, he does it all the time.
As we finally headed to the car, we heard the sound of music. Amongst the fairy lights, twinkly restaurant signs and colourful stores a group of traditionally clad folk entertained passers-by. The dancers, their garments fluttering, in the evening breeze, moved like water transformed by the music. They advanced, retreated, pirouette, their arms waving above their heads as they flowed and swayed in graceful arcs, limbs in constant motion. They brought a wordless interpretation of rhythm, in a way the audience could understand no matter what their language.
Never let it be said that tradition isn’t in south Tenerife, it creeps up unexpectedly and allows residents and visitors the chance to get to know local traditions and for a short while to ‘feel Canarian’.
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