Oh… hey friend, listen. Granadilla-de-Abona is wild. Crazy beauty.

Walking down Calle Constitución, I think – "Look at all this wonder!"

So many twists in its alleys. I mean, you never know what you'll see.

Yeah, it's a real gem on Tenerife. You feel the magic, you know?
I live here, and I counsel women. My job? Real heavy, man.

I see their battles right here – on streets, in parks.

I feel their dreams on the breeze.

Granadilla's parks? Man, Parque La Pinta hits ya.

A quiet haven. Perfect for deep chats.
Then there’s that old church, Iglesia de San Roque.

I walked past it, contemplative.

It whispers secrets of old.

I swear – “This is a new world.”

Yeah, like that movie, The New World. Deep, resonant voice “A surface of shimmering beauty.”
Remember, my fave line? – “I was born in a new world.”

That sticks with me.

My mind blows, pauses, emotions surge.
Ok, so back on the streets:

Calle Real, got cute cafes, bars.

Some spots got flaws, weird paint, cracked sidewalks.

I got mad at one time – nah, seriously, pissed off –

when litter marred the beauty. Made me mad.

But we fix it, right? We must!
You ever wander the neighborhood of La Paz?

It’s unexpected.

Narrow lanes lead you places.

I love just… drifting there.

Sometimes, minutia hits me.

Oh man, even a beanbag chair can spark hope.
There’s a small river – well, not exactly, more like a trickling stream near El Acebuche.

I spent hours by it, thinking.

Reflecting on life, women’s struggles.

Nature & life, mingling.
Weather? Amazing mostly.

Sunny days rock.

Cloudy spells – dramatic.

I often think, “Wow, this is it.”

Sometimes I mumble typos in my head:

“sooo frrree, sooo liber8, sooo…”

Yeah, just wild enthusiasm, you know?
I’ll admit, I scatter thoughts like loose marbles.

Strange, right?

Sometimes words cut off, thoughts overlapping.

Kinda like my feelings – uncontrolled.
I love wandering near Calle Larga.

It’s quiet.

I can just be me.

I’m raw, real.

It reminds me of life's raw nature – “free... free... free.”
Look, Granadilla-de-Abona is more than streets.

It’s raw emotion, reflection, a new world.

It’s culture, struggle, wonder.

In my heart, it forever echoes.
Oh – and, oh dear, typos...

sorry, fren, some words are jumbled:

“rewelly,” “sraight,” “sturvy,” “immpatience,” “feal,” “cuute,” “insppired,” “thats,” “loovely,” “breeeeze,” “momment.”
So come, visit, feel.

And like that movie said – “I was born in a new world.”

Pause.

Feel the city’s heartbeat.

I promise – it’ll change you.