No one warned me about the wind on the Canary Islands, nor did they say anything about Fuerteventura—the island we’re currently on—being the windiest of all.
The beaches and the landscape are stunning, but the wind is brutal.
You can’t read a book at the beach without the pages being caked in sand.
You need to eat your food in a flash or risk a crunchy bite.
Within minutes your bags will be filled with flecks of sand.
However, if you spend all your time trying to stay sand-free, you’re just going to be miserable because you can’t win.
So if you want to have a good time here, you just have to embrace it.
Once you make that mental shift, the sand doesn’t bother you anymore. It’s just part of the deal, and part of the fun.
Maru and I have started calling ourselves Milanesas, which is an Argentine dish of breaded meat—which is what we are after a few hours at the beach.
There’s a nice lesson here for facing other situations in life too.