Overnight, a thin layer of snow covered the trail, and it was gently cracking below our feet.

We slowly climbed up to the highest point of the trail, where we enjoyed magnificent views of El Teide.

As we reached the highest point of the trail, the Alto the Guajara, the fog suddenly climbed up the mountain and surrounded us.

Nevertheless, the landscapes we were crossing were special and breathtaking.

We spent the day chitchatting and loughing.

As we were finally approaching Vilaflor, my mom Gio’ injured her knee on the descent and our smiles vanished… my sister and I took turns to carry her backpack for the last 3 km, not a “passeggiata”.