Lanzarote!

Lanzarote! It is very dry here. VERY dry. Most of the gardens we've seen do not aspire to more than a few cacti, and even the palm trees have an irrigation hose run to each of them. Water is at a great premium here.

We visited a farm where Aloe Vera is grown and converted into pharmaceutical products such as skin cream and shampoo. The guide cut one of the plants open and gave each of us a piece, saying that we could rub it into our skin or eat it as we chose. I rubbed mine over my arms but Wilson, not wanting to make his fur sticky, ate his sample. 

He made quite a lot of fuss spitting it out into a bin. I tried to hush him but he complained loudly saying, 'But you didn't taste it, New Dad! It was terrible!' The guide had said it tasted 'Special… in a good way' but W insisted that his piece tasted like snot. 

Anyway, I bought some Aloe Vera shampoo and we headed to a leisure park elsewhere on the island, with W still making gagging noises…