I just took a week's break in Gran Canaria. My plan was to explore the parts of the island I'd never seen before and then to spend a few nights in PDI. I began with the capital, Las Palmas. I wandered through the old town on my first morning and after lunch went to the Canteras beach. It was pretty quiet, I guessed because the breeze was getting up. I laid out my towel anyway and settled down with a bottle of SanMig and a book.
An hour passed. It was bliss. I took a dip for a while in the waves and returned to dry land fully refreshed, thinking about what tapas place I'd try to find in the evening. The breeze had really lifted into a gusty wind while I was in the water and it felt a little chilly. As I returned to where I'd been lying on the sand, I realised my towel had disappeared. My bag was still there and I checked it to make sure my sunglasses were still in it. They were. I looked around and couldn't see my towel anywhere. I walked over to where the restaurants were and was met by a pretty girl hurrying towards me. She had a huge grin on her face.
"Excuse me, excuse me, I saw your towel blow away," she said.
I was shivering now that I was in the shade, and the wind was strong here as it channelled between the small roads. I asked her where it had blown to.
"Sorry, sir," she said, giggling, and pointed up over her head.
My towel was tangled in a TV antenna about 6 floors up!
She saw the resigned look on my face and noticed that I was feeling the cold.
"Would you like to use my towel?" she asked me.
"Oh no, that's OK," I lied. "I'll dry in the wind soon enough."
"No, no. Please come here." She gestured for me to follow her. "It's not far, just over the road." She pointed at the bar terrace nearby.
I followed her to the terrace. I imagined she'd pull some big pink HelloKitty towel out of a bag and I'd have to dry myself with it in front of everyone. We approached the tables but, to my surprise, we walked through the terrace through to a small door.