My foot, framed by my flowy black dress, as I walk through the sand.
Foam from a breaking wave.
Sea salt crusted on palm leaves.
Pretty tiles on steps spelling out "Plaza del Duque"
Fisherman on the huge stone jetty arcing out to the breakwater.
Out-of-focus me on a bench overlooking the bay.
Ah, desert island paradise.
Reliving the '90s on my balcony.
Swimming pool in the resort at dusk.
Night lights of Costa Adeje.
And some photos from my phone. I ran every morning I was in Adeje. It was such a pleasure. There's wide stone promenade that winds for several kilometres along the waterfront with lots of places where you can dip down and run on the sand for a spell if you like.
Having time to myself is a rare and precious luxury. I reveled in being able to roll out of bed, put on my running gear and just go.
Came the dawn.
Lizard popping out of the rocks for some early morning sun.
Lounging in the swing in the lobby.
Silly pre-dinner cocktails. My colleagues are secure in their masculinity.
Me in my Rosetta mission t-shirt on my last morning in Tenerife, soaking up the sun.
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