Day 7

La Gomera
(Canary Islands)

Green beyond imagination. I dare say only Ireland rivals this place. Wild and tamed, gem in the casket, cold shiver of a humid wind.

Here you physically touch the eternal process of creation, from raw matter to lush beauty.
Here you witness the tide of time, the overwhelming force of innumerable water droplets in the foggy wind.

It all started in the volcanic park of Lanzarote, the timid process turning black rocks and dust into pale green. La Gomera shows us what became of those rocks after hundreds of thousands of years.

And then there is the biggest forest of Laurisilva. An ancient tree, precious relic of the Pliocene subtropical forests. Once covering the whole Europe, it is now reduced to a relatively small forest on this gorgeous island. A marvel into a marvel, walking among these descendants of a primordial history.