Gran Canaria

My husband was a workoholic,he used to relax by playing cards,but this was not for me,I always loved several days by the sea.At one particular time I suggested we took a break on Gran Canaria,I had read an article about a five star Hotel Tamarindos there and knew we would both love it.But my husband thought 4h of flying were 2 too many,so I asked him if he would mind my going alone.He looked surprised-you would never go without me,a little girl from the sticks-referring jokingly to my being born in a tiny village in Slovakia.An hour later I had booked the flight and the hotel.And that was the beginning of a beautiful  eaqually footed partnership.My husband had never underestimated me again.And the hotel?It was full of Germans,one of them,a doctor, with a handicapoed little daughter,had courted me.But what I remember the most,was a morose chambermaid.And sunbathing in the nude on Maspalomas.Over the past 9 years I have been  to Gran Canaria several times,always on a cruise.I would never fly to come here.I dislike the capital Las Palmas,it has nothing going for it,not even a decent cup of coffee.And I drink to that with a second glass of freshly pressed orange juice.