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Many love stories begin with love at first sight, but not the one you are about to read. On the contrary, it was a beginning full of tears and swearing.<\/span><\/p>\n

Let me give you some context…<\/em><\/p>\n

Change of route: from the Seychelles to the Canary Islands<\/h2>\n

I recently stopped working<\/a> as a Language Specialist in a resort in the Seychelles and I am looking for a new island to explore, possibly where I can put down roots and that is not 14-hour flight away from family and friends.<\/p>\n

The initial idea is to spend a month in Tenerife and one in Gran Canaria, and from there figure out where and if to stay.<\/p>\n

I’m only working on my new projects, and forecasting that money would need some time before start finding their way to my bank account, I set a tight budget for myself, that doesn’t allow for any fancy hotel stays or vacation house rentals.<\/span><\/p>\n

The month in Tenerife is almost coming to an end, and I’m a few days apart from my ferry to Gran Canaria. While in the middle of the Open Water course to learn to dive, my phone rings.<\/span><\/p>\n

The first (ignored) alarm signal<\/h2>\n

“Hola, Filomena!”<\/p>\n

It’s my future landlord in Gran Canaria.<\/span><\/p>\n

“There has been a problem with some pipes upstairs, and somehow the damage affects your room, but don\u2019t worry, I have already taken action to fix it. At most, you might have to adapt for the first few days or sleep in the living room.”<\/p>\n

Only once I arrived on site I understood why he cared to prepare me psychologically. <\/span><\/h5>\n

It’s the beginning of the Christmas season, and I have no intention of spending my remaining days in Tenerife with my laptop and my phone in search for houses in Las Palmas.<\/span><\/p>\n

The couch will do.<\/em><\/p>\n

What am I leaving in Tenerife?<\/span><\/p>\n

The sun. Beaches. My new friends. A room a stone’s throw from the sea.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

What welcomed me in Las Palmas?<\/span><\/p>\n

Bad weather, cold temperatures, and a shitty house.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Change of route 2: Tenerife to Gran Canaria<\/h2>\n

During my time in Seychelles, I used to wear a uniform for six days a week, and the rest of my time I was mainly wearing a bikini. After a year and a half like that, I found myself needing to buy new apparel and equipment to go around in society. However, I might have exaggerated.<\/span><\/p>\n

Loaded like a pack mule, I leave the sunny south of the island to reach the port of Santa Cruz by public transport, determined not to exceed the budget I gave myself so as not to evaporate my savings.<\/p>\n