"Laus Deus
Santa Clara en la montaña
esta sola y bien se amaña"
The sign by Santa Clara's chapel mentions her solitude up on the mountain, but in fact, she is not alone at all, the lonely sanctuary being guarded by cats. These beautiful, clean, yet strangely corpulent cats welcome hikers in the middle of nowhere, mundane and friendly, against a share of the walkers picnic.
On the way up, you meet sparse (mostly German) hikers going down (you hate them - not for being German but for being on their way down), you're sweating, red in the face, out of breath and praying any god you've ever heard of for the next sign to tell you that your ascension is finally ending. You don't even look back down the steep rocky path, and when you look up, it seems never-ending.
You're just swearing in silence for having had the silly idea to do this walk.
And then, all of a sudden, the miracle happens, you see an opening, the sun, a sign, four fat cats and a breathtaking view of the ocean. And you're so happy! You talk to cats! Give them half of your food! ... Before you start going down on the other side (where you swear again, but you have a mean satisfaction when you cross someone going up).
That's what we did all week. Going up and down litteraly devouring the stunning beauty of the island and inhaling its celestial perfume of tropical fruits, salt, ocean and distant shores.
It would have been a quite relaxed time if we didn't have to come back at night to our village, Lomito Fragoso (Rocky Ridge), where we were awoken every night by a strange (scary) sound, a rough, raucous complaint, to which some goats responded bleating. (In the middle of the night. Ok I am no goat life specialist, but still.. why would they be up at night?!)
We heard it first from afar, from another valley, while having dinner on the terrace. Then just before dawn, we heard it as close as if it were on the road, beneath our little house perched on the mountainside.
We asked the villagers and they talked about usual animals we know, which didn't seem credible. We definitely heard some sort of mountain monster coming down every night from the high misty mossy forest of mount Garajonay.
To cut a long story of night watches and sound recordings short... We never found out what it was (sorry, I know this sounds like a shitty story) but we couldn't risk going out in the pitch dark night and be kidnapped by some local subtropical Yeti.
Apart from that, the island was full of other surprises:
death by flea bites
...which made us forget our night monsters.. Yes there were also those monsters that sneaked into my bed, like a flea that ate me alive.. I couldn't decide if I got it from the goats or the hippies playing "music" on the beach..
the coat sucking pig
Along our walks, as we were studying some local restaurant menu, we did learn of two animals we had never heard of before: the "coat" (served in this case as a stew) and the "sucking pig" served with "papas canarias"-potatoes boiled in sea water, and the best potatoes I actually ever ate.
Behemoth in person and the best guarded pool
Half way down from Ermita de Santa Clara, on the Vallehermoso beach (where you don't want to swim because the beach next to it is called Playa de la Sepultura (the Sepulchre beach - most certainly for a good reason..) you (sweaty and with shaky legs from the descent) suddenly see a turquoise seawater swimming pool right above the black volcanic beach. Of course, all you want to do is start running downhill and jump in, until you find out it is closed.
Now... only one look at Sarajevo was clear : we are definitely trespassing - there's no one around but a couple foreign (German) hikers struggling on a slope somewhere above. And as you're perched on the gate, you catch the severe look of this entirely black (and fat) cat sitting on the wall by the entrance.
Behemoth probably died laughing at our faces when we ran in the pool and found out the water was beautiful AND freezing.
And so did the coat sucking pig (A.K.A subtropical Yeti) and all the village when we were trying to lure him closer to our house at night by imitating his guttural sound...