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DEE NEUENHEIMEB.
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lunch time, we go to Camacho's English Hotel, and enjoy a
very had lunch! Having ordered carriages, after lunch we
start for a drive to Laguna, the former capital of the Island;
one of the prettiest and most picturesque old towns imaginable.
Here one can see wood carving of the oldest Spanish type.
A lady once tried to buy two doors of an old tumble-down
cottage. The inhabitants, however, absolutely refused every
offer. They didn't want the doors and yet didn't wish to
part with them. Although it may seem out of place I can't
help mentioning a curious fact about these Spaniards in the
Canary Islands. Whatever you ask for, whatever you order,
if 3'ou are in a hurry, they always reply that they will give it
to you, or do it for you manana, which translated means
to-morrow, and by the way to-morrow never comes !
At Laguna we have tea at the English Hotel, and it
being Summer, and all Santa Cruz being here for that season,
after this refreshment we resort to the '' Carretera Tej ina,''
or drive where we meet many Spanish beauties who stare at
us in the true continental fashion though we are far from the
Continent. As it grows late we think of returning to our
ship, and are only sorry we have not been able to take a trip
over to Orotava where the English Grand Hotel is situated,
overlooking " El puerto Orotava " and surrounded by some of
the most enchanting scenery in the world. Inland, towers
"El Telde" 12,000 feet high capped with snow; commonly
known as the Peak of Teneriffe. We make our return
journey to Santa Cruz in about an hour, and are soon
enjoying a fair dinner at the Hotel Camacho. After this,
we stroll on the Plaza which at this time of the year is
deserted. In Winter the band plays twice a week and then
all the Spanish beauties turn out and march up and down
from 8.30 till 11.0 p.m. They don't seem to tire !
Finally we return on board not without the usual haggle
over our fare with the boatman. At 12.30 p.m. we are once
more on our way, and next morning all trace of the Canaries
are lost to view, save just a faint outline high up in the azure
23
lunch time, we go to Camacho's English Hotel, and enjoy a
very had lunch! Having ordered carriages, after lunch we
start for a drive to Laguna, the former capital of the Island;
one of the prettiest and most picturesque old towns imaginable.
Here one can see wood carving of the oldest Spanish type.
A lady once tried to buy two doors of an old tumble-down
cottage. The inhabitants, however, absolutely refused every
offer. They didn't want the doors and yet didn't wish to
part with them. Although it may seem out of place I can't
help mentioning a curious fact about these Spaniards in the
Canary Islands. Whatever you ask for, whatever you order,
if 3'ou are in a hurry, they always reply that they will give it
to you, or do it for you manana, which translated means
to-morrow, and by the way to-morrow never comes !
At Laguna we have tea at the English Hotel, and it
being Summer, and all Santa Cruz being here for that season,
after this refreshment we resort to the '' Carretera Tej ina,''
or drive where we meet many Spanish beauties who stare at
us in the true continental fashion though we are far from the
Continent. As it grows late we think of returning to our
ship, and are only sorry we have not been able to take a trip
over to Orotava where the English Grand Hotel is situated,
overlooking " El puerto Orotava " and surrounded by some of
the most enchanting scenery in the world. Inland, towers
"El Telde" 12,000 feet high capped with snow; commonly
known as the Peak of Teneriffe. We make our return
journey to Santa Cruz in about an hour, and are soon
enjoying a fair dinner at the Hotel Camacho. After this,
we stroll on the Plaza which at this time of the year is
deserted. In Winter the band plays twice a week and then
all the Spanish beauties turn out and march up and down
from 8.30 till 11.0 p.m. They don't seem to tire !
Finally we return on board not without the usual haggle
over our fare with the boatman. At 12.30 p.m. we are once
more on our way, and next morning all trace of the Canaries
are lost to view, save just a faint outline high up in the azure