26 April 2025
After such a full and exhilarating week, we were all ready to head home.
Theresa and I — who began our journey in Lisbon, made our way to Santiago, and then continued on to the Canary Islands — had been traveling for a month. Kyle joined us just before Santiago, while Quinn and Emily chose to spend a week with us in the Canaries.
We all flew home in different directions. Kyle, Theresa, and I departed from Tenerife North Airport, which connects primarily to European cities. Our first stop was Lisbon — then Kyle continued home via Canada, while Theresa and I traveled through Amsterdam. Quinn gave us a ride to the airport and saw us off.
Quinn and Emily had one more night in Tenerife before flying home via New York City. Their departure was from Tenerife South Airport, which handles most international flights. After Quinn returned they packed up and made their way to the southern part of the island.
Excited to see the ocean, they were frolicking in the water and a wave made off with their sunglasses.
For their final night, they stayed in a yurt nestled in a garden beneath an avocado tree. The quirky setup included an outdoor sink, a rustic shower and the unexpected company of half a dozen cats.
“Epic” was the word Quinn used to sum up our week in the Canary Islands — and it truly was. The entire journey was unforgettable for all of us, made even more special by the week Theresa’s daughter Helen spent with us on the Camino. We shared countless adventures, each one adding to a tapestry of memories we’ll carry with us.
Our timing couldn’t have been better — we missed a major power outage that swept across the Iberian Peninsula by just an hour. It was a journey for the books, with the wind at our backs every step of the way.
Jane in Spain 