While the conveniences of marina life are hard to pass up, with unlimited power, water, internet, and easy access to land, life at anchor is impossible to beat. After our stay in Santa Cruz de Tenerife, we're hanging out on the hook for the next week, as we make our way west to La Palma, from where we plan to leave to cross the Atlantic Ocean.

Although not as crystalline as our first anchorage at the tip of Tenerife, the water still made for excellent swimming and a nice way to cool off from the scorching sun. As the wind, and subsequently the water, tends to move in a south-westerly direction down the island, it picks up sediment and particulates that cloud the water, making visibility go from a clear 50 feet to a cloudy 25. Still, it's hard to complain.

While making a short hop to La Gomera, we were anxious to catch fresh fish, as a tiny tuna and mahi mahi from a few weeks prior whet our appetite. We trolled with two rods, hopeful that with a little luck we could end up with dinner. As luck would have it, late afternoon we hear a loud whizzing from one of the rods, a signal that meant line was peeling from the reel and we were hooked. Not 5 seconds later, the second rod sounded the alarm in a similar fashion. Fish on! Despite their fair size, neither tuna fought too hard, and were more of a dead weight to pull back in, a dramatic difference from the spectacularly feisty, head-shaking pull of a mahi mahi. $400 worth of tuna fillets later and we had more than we could ask for.