A volcano on the island of La Palma in my home archipelago, the Canary Islands, erupted yesterday morning. My brothers and many friends who live there texted me about it all morning (afternoon for them, there is an eight hour time zone difference) and sent me really impressive videos of the volcano spewing rocks and fire, as well as lava flowing down the mountain. It is all extremely interesting to watch and immediately set me off on some fact research.
The last eruption on the island of La Palma happened 50 years ago and lasted around three weeks. The last eruption on all the Canary Islands occurred underwater off the coast of El Hierro island in 2011. It lasted five months. This eruption along the Cumbre Vieja volcanic ridge apparently has not been very violent and the slow lava flows will reach the Atlantic Ocean sooner or later.
All of this research and reading the latest news as well as the chats with my family and friends sparked a wave of nostalgia that hit me hard. Due to Covid, we have not been to the islands in two years and, thus, have not seen or hugged family and friends in two years either. I see posts on Facebook or Instagram of some of my friends starting to travel and seeing their long distance family and relatives again and it fills my heart with joy, yet it makes it harder for me to wait until we can do the same.
In the meantime and while nostalgia flows through me and I wait, I will delight you and myself with some photos of my beautiful islands. Have a wonderful week,