No, it's not an opera. We're expecting the mechanic at 9 a.m., so we get up early, get ready so we don't get in his way since the engine is under the ladder leading to the cockpit. At 9:40, we decide to go for a walk towards the marina to call him, but he arrives. You have to get used to the islands, they are not as stressed here.
He looks at everything, he finds the problem which would be air in the fuel. He suggests changing "gaskets" in case that's where the air came in from but Louis does not really believe it's that critical. In any case we spent quite some time trying to find the correct gaskets which in the end we never found. He hopes that by removing the air from the injectors while checking everything the problem will now be solved. He will change them at a later date. At least the problem seems fixed and the worker seemed competent. The engine is running.
We then set off on the road to visit the north of the island of Tenerife and find a beach. Breathtaking landscapes and curves, curves, curves on the way, it almost hurts my heart.
We stop to eat at Casa Africa, a restaurant in front of the beach that we have been recommended. We share a salad. Tasty as desired with kiwis, mangoes, papayas, tomatoes and olives, among other things. You wouldn't imagine the combination, but I would eat more. Louis takes a dish that we imagine to be a steak with fries, but it is rather thin slices of pork. I take the house specialty: fried octopus. It's good, it's tasty, but the octopus would have been more pleasant with other tastes. I share the fries that Marie-Andrée ordered for herself to vary the tastes.
We then head to the beach. The sand is black, the water is cool but good. Our bodies are probably warm because as soon as we are in the water, it is more pleasant. After a few seconds, it is even inviting. We spend a moment there jumping in the waves. I try not to wet my glasses, it's a failure.
As we will soon have a new member in the family, we watch the dogs play ball and play in the water. We never get tired.
Interesting fact, for me at least: here the lifeguards are from the Red Cross, while in Quebec they give swimming lessons but have left this branch to other organizations to focus mainly, but not only, on emergency measures.
We return by the extraordinary road, although a little difficult in the end with all these curves, this morning.
Me and Marie-Andrée then go to the marina to take a shower and wash off the salt of the day. It feels so good. Then we go shopping. Louis and Marie-Andrée took it into their heads to find me a sundress.
First stop, in a small store without air conditioning, the clothes stick to my skin so much it's hot and I look uh... No! Looks like the chest is going to pop me out of the dress. Second store, I tried a dozen with air conditioning but still, waste of time, their style does not suit me.
3rd store, they are both good to wait for me and they find me good to try in this heat. They find me something.
Well, it's hot, especially in the sun, it's time to relax and eat. We stop at the same restaurant where I was with Louis when we arrived. This time we have pasta. The employees are really nice. I just have a blank on the restaurant name. Then stop at a creamery. After a few translation requests, I ask the employee (who may be the owner) what their top seller is and he says: Baileys. Ok, I take it. I ask him in a cone because he takes a bowl, but he says to me: no for you in a bowl. I imagine it's because there was alcohol in it and it therefore holds less well. It was divine! Everyone loved their ice cream (Louis: chocolate and Marie-Andrée apple and cinnamon).
Return to the boat to relax a bit. Louis has some energy left, so he washes the deck while Marie-Andrée packs her suitcase. She leaves tomorrow. It was a beautiful 10 days with her. We will remember it for a long time. Lots of family fun and laughter.
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