Canary Islands Day: Volcanoes that beat, seas that embrace
19/05/2025
When Canary Islands Day approaches, the island's heart beats faster. Not out of nostalgia, but out of pride. Out of memory. Out of that unique way these islands have of teaching you to live with the wind in your face and the lava in your blood.
And if there are two islands where the volcanic soul is felt unfiltered, they are Fuerteventura and Lanzarote. Where the earth still creaks in silence and the sea is not just water, but history.
In Fuerteventura, the wind doesn't bother you, it dances. It's that trade wind that ruffles your hair and wakes you up, that has shaped the dunes and smells of saltpeter and gofio. The people of Fuerteventura know this: living here means having an intimate relationship with the light, with the endless skies, with the calm that can only be understood when you leave the clock behind.
And Lanzarote... Ah, Lanzarote. Black earth and dormant fire. Of vines that grow in ash, like a miracle. Because only here does Malvasia taste like this: sweet, mineral, with that echo of Yaiza and La Geria that tells you without words what it's like to love this island. To love the people of Lanzarote, who have learned to cultivate beauty where everything else seemed sterile.
Diving into its waters isn't just a swim, it's a way of being. Some people do it in the middle of December, wearing short-sleeved T-shirts, their skin tanned by a summer that never goes away. And others wait for summer like a party, wrapping themselves in a light jacket when the thermometer reaches 23 degrees. Because being a Canarian is also that: living in eternal summer, or yearning for it all year long.
In these lands, time cooks slowly: in wrinkled potatoes, in red mojo sauce that stings more than a farewell, in a Majorero cheese that holds within its rind the soul of the goats and those who care for them. And in the plantain, of course, because there's nothing more Canarian than enjoying one at its best.
This Canary Islands Day isn't just a date: it's a feeling. It's knowing you're part of something ancient, volcanic, and alive. It's looking to the horizon and knowing that, even as the world turns, we're still here, steadfast, like Timanfaya, like the Betancuria mountain range.
At R2 Hotels, we celebrate this day with the excitement of those who not only work here, but also feel they belong. Because being Canarian isn't always inherited: sometimes, it's a choice.
Happy Canary Islands Day, from the island of Fuerteventura. Happy day, from Fuerteventura. And to all who love these islands: may the volcano continue to beat within you.
And if there are two islands where the volcanic soul is felt unfiltered, they are Fuerteventura and Lanzarote. Where the earth still creaks in silence and the sea is not just water, but history.
In Fuerteventura, the wind doesn't bother you, it dances. It's that trade wind that ruffles your hair and wakes you up, that has shaped the dunes and smells of saltpeter and gofio. The people of Fuerteventura know this: living here means having an intimate relationship with the light, with the endless skies, with the calm that can only be understood when you leave the clock behind.
And Lanzarote... Ah, Lanzarote. Black earth and dormant fire. Of vines that grow in ash, like a miracle. Because only here does Malvasia taste like this: sweet, mineral, with that echo of Yaiza and La Geria that tells you without words what it's like to love this island. To love the people of Lanzarote, who have learned to cultivate beauty where everything else seemed sterile.
Diving into its waters isn't just a swim, it's a way of being. Some people do it in the middle of December, wearing short-sleeved T-shirts, their skin tanned by a summer that never goes away. And others wait for summer like a party, wrapping themselves in a light jacket when the thermometer reaches 23 degrees. Because being a Canarian is also that: living in eternal summer, or yearning for it all year long.
In these lands, time cooks slowly: in wrinkled potatoes, in red mojo sauce that stings more than a farewell, in a Majorero cheese that holds within its rind the soul of the goats and those who care for them. And in the plantain, of course, because there's nothing more Canarian than enjoying one at its best.
This Canary Islands Day isn't just a date: it's a feeling. It's knowing you're part of something ancient, volcanic, and alive. It's looking to the horizon and knowing that, even as the world turns, we're still here, steadfast, like Timanfaya, like the Betancuria mountain range.
At R2 Hotels, we celebrate this day with the excitement of those who not only work here, but also feel they belong. Because being Canarian isn't always inherited: sometimes, it's a choice.
Happy Canary Islands Day, from the island of Fuerteventura. Happy day, from Fuerteventura. And to all who love these islands: may the volcano continue to beat within you.
