Canary Islands , livre ebook

T raditional guidebooks give straightforward advice on what to do and where to go, but in this remarkable cultural history, celebrated journalist and Canary Islands native Juan Cruz Ruiz offers something much more-a fusion of literature and travel that will captivate both globetrotters and interested readers looking for a more intimate exploration of this rich archipelago, which is part of Spain, yet completely distinct from the mainland.
Over twelve million visitors travel to the Canary Islands every year to see its famous black and white sand beaches and attend Carnival. Reading The Canary Islands is like traveling with a personal tour guide, one who will tell you in exquisite language about the original inhabitants of the Canaries, the history of the islands, and what life was like for residents of the Canaries before tourism. Weaving together lectures, memories, and experiences, Ruiz explores the geography, the food, and the local art of the Canaries, and tells the stories of the Canarian people. Including writings, anecdotes, and comments of personalities connected to island-Ignacio Aldecoa, Unamuno, Humboldt, Garc a M rquez, Chillida, C sar Manrique-Juan Cruz Ruiz introduces readers to the very essence of the Canary Islands and its people.
The Canary Islands is both inspiring and useful-an in-depth look at the islands and the islanders, as well as a unique guide to unusual Canary Islands destinations, the native cuisine, and the history, mythology, and ecology of this cherished destination.
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This edition first published in hardcover in the United States and the United Kingdom in 2017 by Overlook Duckworth, Peter Mayer Publishers, Inc.
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Copyright 2017 by Juan Cruz Ruiz
Translation copyright 2017 by James Womack
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ISBN: 978-1-4683-1544-8
To Oliver Arenas Cruz. Welcome to the world.
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Map
Before leaving
Local food
And where do we come from?
Columbus s island
The discovery of fog
To go, to return: The fate of the traveller among islands
The gaze of others
The image of the valley
The island of the sleeping lizards
The desired islands
The beautiful desert
The dangerous curve
An island under clouds
First visit to La Laguna
A halt on the road
The island in the sky
The beach in the city
About the Author
Sometimes my childhood sends me a postcard: Do you remember?
-M ICHAEL K R GER , Wettervorhersage
(Translated by Richard Dove)

BEFORE LEAVING
S IXTY YEARS AGO, THE B ASQUE WRITER I GNACIO A LDECOA TRAVELLED to the Canary Islands in search of what he had been told was paradise. He wrote a book, A Tourist s Notebook , which the publishing house Ari n published in its series A Pilgrim in His Own Land . I first came across this book many years later, in a second-hand bookshop in Madrid. I bought several copies, as many as I could find; I also tried to get some publishers interested in reprinting it, and I even got together a group of young filmmakers, led by Miguel Garc a Morales, to film a documentary based on Aldecoa s sentimental journey to the place he did indeed end up believing was paradise.
Meanwhile, Peter Mayer, an editor whom I had met when he worked for Penguin, spoke to me once in Madrid about making a similar trip. He did not know Aldecoa s book, and on that occasion I didn t mention it to him, didn t mention this text that I had read with both gratitude and excitement some time before Mayer made his suggestion. One thing was definitely the case, that ever since Mayer spoke to me I had a clear idea in my head: to follow Aldecoa on his journey; to revisit the places he had been to; to rediscover, insofar as it was possible, the terrain he had covered, keen to lose himself in the landscape of the Islands.
The notes of the conversation I had with Peter Mayer about what he wanted from my journey got lost in a taxi somewhere, but could not be wiped from my mind. He said that he didn t want a general history, or a geography textbook, or a tourist guide: what he was keen on was a book of my memory of the Islands, the knowledge I kept in my mind s eye of their landscape, and that which I kept in my heart about the people there, my forefathers and my contemporaries. He didn t want a scholarly book either. He wanted a sentimental portrait of the Canary Islands. A sentimental journey, as I understood it.
These jottings were in a notebook I had taken out to record my conversation with Peter. The task was exciting and confusing all at once; it is very difficult to compress into a single journey, a single point of view, the whole extent of such a fragmented land. The Canary Islands are a group of seven large islands (plus two smaller ones and two islets) situated in a strategically significant part of the Atlantic, next to Africa, fragments sheared off that continent by geological processes; they are on the way to America, or to Europe, depending on the direction you re coming from, and they have a lot in common with all of these places: Africa, America, Europe. They have belonged to the Spanish Crown since the fifteenth century, and are a part of Spain, of the history, culture and language of Spain. Their relation with America (South America above all) has been essential for their development and for that of their language, their culture, their attitudes and their thought. And of course their relation with Europe, via tourism and other forms of human contact, has supported their development.
The whole region of the Canary Islands, which used to be divided into two provinces and which now is a part of the autonomous framework of democratic Spain, has been visited by writers, scientists, politicians, all kinds of people: the writers, over the course of their visits, have seen surreal spaces, extraordinary displays of the power of the earth, metaphors for both the sea and the land; artists have been struck by the variety of the landscape. And they have written, or painted, or sculpted-either while on the Islands themselves or basing their work on their experiences there-the impressions which have remained in their mind s eye or in their heart of these crags bathed by the Atlantic.
But there are not many people who have done as Aldecoa did, not even among the travellers from the Islands themselves; very few, at least very few that I know of, have travelled the full circle, have voyaged into the interior of the Islands and seen them from the outside as well, have learnt enough to be able to describe the Islands as a whole. Aldecoa s book, only fifty pages long in its first edition, is in this sense exceptional, and is a true guide for anyone who might want to make the incredible journey over the whole of the archipelago: high and low, far and wide.
If it had not been for Mayer s suggestion (visit all the islands, describe them all, with modern eyes but without discounting the views of the past), then I would never have undertaken this journey. Years ago, when Julio Cort zar published The Autonauts of the Cosmoroute , a book describing the sentimental journey he and his wife, Carol Dunlop, took along the highway from Paris to Marseilles, I decided to imitate the great author of Hopscotch and go on a circular trip over and around Tenerife, the largest island of the archipelago, where I was born. On the first day, along with my wife, Pilar Garcia Padilla, I came to a pretty spot in the northeast of the island, the hamlet of Masca, a beautiful place that I have since revisited in order to describe it to you in the book you now have in your hands. But the first time I was there, a group of thieves, who were staking out that part of the island with the aim of taking advantage of unwary tourists, stole everything that we had in the car, and so we called a halt to our adventure. The journey which I have now finally undertaken, travelling not just across Tenerife but through the whole region, had as its aim the same goals: to see, close-up, in as much detail as possible, the physical myth of the archipelago; to get as deep as possible into the land in order to be able to describe, or try to describe, its soul; to travel from the green forests to the geological rifts; to speak with the stones and the sea and the mountains; to see things in order to talk of them.
It was a very complex journey: it was not simply a question of looking at maps or searching for written and oral sources to guide me; Mayer s suggestion, which I took up, was that I should give a personal account, an extremely personal one, of what it was I found.
And what did I find? That time has passed since Aldecoa jotted down the results of his poetic investigation of the archipelago. Back in his day there were islands that it was impossible to visit, where storms blew in and boats did not dare drop anchor. Back in those days, the middle of the last century, not every island had its own airport, and the Atlantic is both fierce and treacherous. It was extremely difficult for Aldecoa to dock at El Hierro, and La Gomera resisted him as well. Nowadays, all the islands are far easier to reach, although the Atlantic remains fierce; the boats have been improved and are now much faster and safer, and every island has its own working airport. The region which the Basque au