Red Hills and Yellow Flowers

I almost walked straight past this clump of yellow without looking down. The Mirador de Guise y Ayose pulls everyone's eyes outward, across the rumpled red hills, all the way to the hazy Atlantic but the real show was happening at my feet, where a burst of wild mustard had punched up through the volcanic grit. Fuerteventura usually wears its arid badge with pride, yet catch it after a bit of winter rain and the slopes turn an improbable green, dotted with white farmhouses that look almost […]

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