Arriving at the airport my traveling companion cast an eye over my compact wheelie bag exclaiming ‘surely that can’t be all that you are taking?’ This got me a little worried about whether I had been slightly optimistic with my packing – a few dresses for the evenings, bikini, shorts and a t-shirt along with a good book and my sunglasses! Tenerife is after all known for its year round sunshine and pleasant climate, so being September I hoped I hadn’t been optimistic in expecting warm days and balmy nights.
The trip got off to a good start; a great celebrity spot in the airport (cheap thrills!), the closest departure gate to the terminal (when does that ever happen?) and a prompt take off.
After a short transfer and speedy ‘in-room’ check in accompanied by a glass of fizz, we were settled. As part of an adult-only party we stayed in the Tagor villas which, amongst other perks, include a personal golf buggy meaning no time is wasted getting from A to B. Do not worry if you are not privy to one of these, as most places are walking distance and if you are venturing to the golf course or tennis academy a quick call to reception will have a buggy ready and waiting within minutes to transport you. Rooms are resort or sea view and I would recommend sea view as the vistas are stunning from the higher floors. There is no such a thing as a ‘bad view’ as, if you haven’t got the sea you are mostly overlooking the lush gardens or surrounding banana plantations. I was lucky enough to have a garden view room with a partial sea view so not long after arrival I watched the sun setting over the ocean.
First stop was a cocktail in the main courtyard – I can recommend an Abama Passion! – accompanied by a live saxophonist. The soft jazz washed away the stress of a day of traveling and I began to feel on vacation. The dining options are so varied it is tricky to know where to start, but as we were (loosely) on Spanish soil, tapas seemed like an obvious choice. Fantastic food became a common theme and whether it was fresh fish at El Mirador or homemade pasta at Casa Club we were never disappointed. We tasted the gazpacho almost everywhere as we went in search for our favorite and whilst all were fabulous, Los Chozos took first prize. Breakfast was always a treat – despite my declarations each morning that I couldn’t possibly be hungry again! And the lovely Magda didn’t bat an eyelid on the final morning when we ordered almost everything on the menu we had yet to sample – it seemed a shame to leave any stone unturned!
The days began to roll into one as we ate and drank our way around the resort. The local Canary wine comes highly recommended. Amidst soaking up the sunshine from the lounger we also found time for a putting lesson with Pedro the golf director and a session with the head pro Mark. Born in Essex, he has spent the last 20 years on the island and people travel from all over to get his advice. I was a bit distracted by his trick shots to concentrate too hard on my swing, but I have taken a few pointers away with me! The hotel offers paella workshops which are fascinating – although despite watching closely and taking the recipe away I am not at all convinced it will be replicated with such ease at home.
As always the end approached too soon. By this time I had abandoned the buggy opting to walk everywhere, having failed to master the art of saying ‘no’ to anything delicious looking. The Tagor pool has complimentary drinks and nibbles throughout the day which is always a killer for one as weak-willed as me! But I can always say no at home, right?
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