A Worrying TwistThe following day I was to focus on my arms at the gym and Luis had me booked in for a PT session to monitor my form. I thought to cancel, given the tenderness of my shoulder, but I had paid a hefty price for the steroids and the gym fee, and I would not be defeated. Arms are not shoulders, I told myself. The session was scheduled in the afternoon at four, the only slot he had free, and with the whole day to fill, I knew I had to get out of Tefía.
The day was forecast to be a touch cooler than it had been. I studied the map. El Cotillo on the island's northwest tip caught my eye. I thought I would head there for lunch then track back and explore some of the inland villages, veering east and driving down to Puerto del Rosario in time for the gym.
Finding myself without an
