Come Young Pirates, Lanzarote (43)

Lanzarote, 'Island of Eternal Spring, ' resting just off the North African coast; what prodigious wealth its waters bring poignantly viewed from the heights of Famara. Tortoises lounge on washed volcanic stone nesting in reach of its expansive shore; they can float for months without food or drink inhabiting isles far from their home. Nature threw open its receptive door nodding with a sharp aggrandizing wink gathering rays in the electric mist alarmed at the might of their unquestioning kiss. Eagle, Roughtail and Spiny Butterfly Rays in graceful cartwheels look to the skies, with light purple and blue dotting their frames, peer from the depths with two menacing eyes. Dressed in environmental camouflage trumpetfish rehearse aquatic blues, octopi their favored accompanists, jamming for hours on a submerging stage. Cuttlefish endeared by those coastal tunes; stingrays amassing in grim-faced surprise, while Lanzarote calls from the heights of its cliffs bellowing from the mountains in the electric mist.