After a few days anchored off the coast, right in front of massive all-inclusive hotels, we were secretly grateful for our little hideaway aboard Santana. From out there, we could watch the shoreline with resort entertainment activity — while enjoying our own quiet, floating world.
But peace never lasts long when the swell moves in. Forecasts promised enormous huge rolling toward the south of Gran Canaria, so we started searching for a more protected spot.
Chasing Shelter in the South
It was mind-blowing to see two other boats that had already been anchored when we arrived — and still were, when we finally left. Later, we learned they’d stayed there almost a year. Somehow, they simply didn’t care about swell. From shore it looked like they’d strapped themselves to the deck; I couldn’t imagine sitting down for five minutes without hanging on for dear life.
We’d heard rumors that the most protected anchorage in the south — tucked behind the massive breakwater of a cement factory — was closed. Reports on Navily said the Guardia Civil would chase you out if you tried.
Still, as we sailed past, we saw a handful of masts peeking out behind the breakwater. That sight alone was enough to make us curious.
The Hidden Anchorage
With no other calm options in sight, we decided to take the risk and sneak in. Turns out, we weren’t the only ones with that idea. A dozen other boats were already anchored there, and more arrived over the day.
We ended up staying almost a week — and it quickly became our favorite spot on Gran Canaria. Protected, peaceful, and full of life in its own quiet way.
The Santa Águeda Surprise
Just before we planned to leave, the nearby village came alive. It was the Santa Águeda festival — a celebration of the local fishermen’s traditions.
I don’t remember the last time I saw so many people with instruments. It felt like the entire village had decided that every street corner needed its own concert. Musicians played, people danced, and food and laughter spilled into the night.
Moments like that are the ones you can’t plan for. You chase shelter and end up finding community. You drop anchor for safety and find a reason to stay a little longer.
Stay curious, stay salty.
– Floh