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La Gomera is a piece of paradise in the middle of the Atlantic. Green and round, endearing and full of history. It was the last land stepped on by Columbus before coming to America and is the island where the phrase 'Give me a silbidito' has an explicit meaning.
The way of communicating dates back to aboriginal times and its charm in abundance make La Gomera, the ideal place for a perfect getaway.
Some travelers take the secondary roads in their cars. Their map, has suddenly become a mystery and they do not know in what area they are located. "Sorry, it's small, where are we?" The child, which carries a stick in one hand and a shadow in the shape of hairy dog at his feet, responds, looking surprised: "En La Gomera". Foreigners then ask for a littlemore detailed information. "Ah en Chipude", says the muchachillo thinking, surely: "Where would you be?" This anecdote, which, I would say , is true also became reality, This summarizes the nature of the language of the people, without a doubt, this the best Columbian Island, which has no single corner that is not worth visiting.
The first thing that comes to mind when thinking of La Gomera, in addition to the silbo, is its lungs. The Laurel: of the Garajonay National Park. The lushness of the vegetation is impressive. Moisture suspended between the Heathers, the fayas and the barbuzanos gives it a mysterious aspect that fires the imagination. There is no price to pay to pass through tunnels carved in the stone that distills drops of water as if it were the giant stack of a Canary Island House. The Park is filled with delicious, silent, trails in which nature has written it's own story, a story that has little or nothing to do with the story written by the Aboriginal people of the island.
Map in hand and well equipped with plenty of water and a sandwich it is time to explore this fascinating island. But there are other things offered here, including the gastronomy. As a main dish, the almogrote, a cream-based cheese that is spread and can be enjoyed as an aperitif. Honey from the palm trees, delicacy which exists thanks to the guaraperos, do not miss it.
The beach of Playa de Santiago Santiago is the choice for those who cannot live without their ration of salt and black sand. "The spirit language", as it is called many of those who return every year, permeates every corner. It is that spirit which marks the tranquility that speak of the island inhabitants, and calm with which they live and moving, but is also the same spirit which lives under the leaves of Laurel in the Garajonay, the calm which contributes to the entire park with the appearance of magic and haunted, territory to charm visitors.
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