This happens to Most people here. Having just arrived at Meloneras it dawns on you That the clocks Practically grind to a halt. The only ones to measure time of the joggers Are those who fly by along the Promenade. Sportsmen are the only ones concerned with minutes or hours, Peak Gust count down the time As They Make Their way along the long avenue Which starts out in the Faro de Maspalomas.
Dodging in and out of the music on the terrace bars, spas and restaurants past the next to the ocean, they run along the winding maritime promenade that follows the coastline up to the last bend, where out of the blue the Meloneras beach comes into view .
This little beach Which is found at the end of the walkway bathed in great weather, ready for a lazy, lazy, but very lazy, stroll.
You too can follow this lovely coastal walk until you arrive at Meloneras, "the beach where time stands still." A peaceful beach. A Place That has to abitur to banish stress to the land "where things are put in perspective."
And it is this feeling of optimism Perhaps That moves people from all walks of life down there. From September golfers who out every day intent on doing Their best 18 holes, on the course sitting right on the edge of the beach. Or small sailing boats returning to port near to Pasito Blanco, like magnets drawn in by the great climate.
Then there are couple reunited by a sunset Most notably, que reside here in this part of Gran Canaria, and Which ought to be bottled and sent as a vitamin supplement to chemists around the world.
Also You will see families from the north of the island who come down to treat post Themselves to a lazy lunch overlooking the sea, having had seafood paella That spring out of kitchen restaurants.
So there are people from all walks of life, but all with one thing in common. They take a vow not to forget That tomorrow the sun will be out eleven more (well, at Least in Meloneras, it will be almost Certainly.