"I'd go to that." said Ed's dad, visiting drizzly Amsterdam from drizzly Seattle.
My right knee and Ed's apathy scuttled the running, but that didn't stop us from flying down to explore Tenerife for a week.
Key differences between Tenerife and Amsterdam in January:
Sunrise before 9 a.m.
Warm and arid.
Strange, lovely plants.
Volcanoes. Rocks. Strata.
Day hikes on soft trails.
Low walls made of porous volcanic rocks, these are a few of my favorite walks...
Huge, windswept, barren, people-less panoramas. You'll have to take my word for it.
We also went to the beach, ate far more cherna (either sea bass or grouper, so far as I can tell) over a 5-day period than is probably healthy, and bungled through Span-Dutch misshapen mash-ups like "esta avond" and saying "alsjeblieft" in place of "por favor". I had as many tinto de verano's as I could order, and enthusiastically embraced the Spanish custom of coffee to cleanse the palate after every meal, and three times at breakfast. I'm still recovering.
Some things remained the same...