Blog Oficial de Turismo de Gran Canaria

Each sunrise is the opening scene of a new day. Practically nothing affects the nightly sleep of the Maspalomas dunes, in the south of Gran Canaria. These mountains of sand wake up woven together, wrapped in their own silk blankets. The first rays of sunlight hit their crests and make the last shadows vanish, as if by magic.

Calm reigns on this beach in Mogán, in the south of Gran Canaria.

The winds encourage folk to let out their sails and push their boat through the placid southern waters once again. The timid flock of white clouds grazing on the warm mist on the horizon reminds us that the north of the island is still there. Anfi beach, at the mouth of the Verga de Mogán Ravine, is now a stage set with golden sand and turquoise water, lightly stirring as it waits.

Las Canteras Sand Nativity is one of many attractions in Gran Canaria’s warm Atlantic Christmas.

A reef that you can spot at low tide protects Las Canteras beach from the pounding ocean, like a long protective arm shielding Las Palmas de Gran Canaria’s emblematic sands. Seen from dry land, it’s just a brush-stroke on the horizon. The sand bar now also forms part of the island’s gentle Christmas. At the northern end of the beach, the skylight on the Alfredo Kraus Auditorium plays the role of the Christmas Star.

Like an actor refusing to leave the stage at the end of his scene, the sun is reluctant to abandon Agaete, in the north-east of Gran Canaria. By its side, the Dragon’s Tail also squeezes the last few moments out of the day while its pyramid-shaped cliffs are bathed in the sunset’s gold and bronze tones.

Remodelling its surrounding area and installing new services makes El Perchel Beach, in Arguineguín, even more attractive.

Peace and quiet bathe in the sea every day in Arguineguín, on the Mogán coast, in the south of Gran Canaria. The tranquillity of these waters is contagious. It sticks to your skin, like gentle salty residue. You can spot the same effect on the gentle pace of bathers as they stroll in and out of the ocean. Or in the conversations on the promenade that ebb and flow with the waves. “The sea looks perfect for fishing today,” say the locals sitting on the bench, as they look out over the immaculate blue mirror stretching out before them. Indeed, it is. In fact, around eleven in the morning, a slow trickle of local fishing boats begins to return to the harbour.