Where to live in Fuerteventura – La Oliva

Where to live in Fuerteventura - La Oliva Fuerteventura

Where to live in Fuerteventura – La Oliva Fuerteventura

The most often question I get asked when people contact me is “Where do you live in Fuerteventura?” As most people never visit La Oliva when they come to Fuerteventura I thought I would do a video on what there is here to see and what facilities there are.

Frankly, it is not the most exciting place in the world to live. There are few places to eat or drink, and what bars there are really have little to recommend them. Having said that, the centre is ok and it is quite nice having a coffee at the kiosk in the church square (plaza del Iglesia).

Where to live in Fuerteventura was an easy one for us. We would have preferred to live in El Cotillo but there are only apartments there and we wanted a house (as we have dogs). Our second choice was Lajares, which I still like, but the houses are more expensive there. So we ended up in La Oliva.

The Colonel’s Route in La Oliva

You can do the “Ruta de los Coroneles” on a Tuesday and Friday. You can find more information here – Route of the Coroneles
and book online here – Online Booking

Where to live in Fuerteventura - La Oliva Fuerteventura

la oliva fuerteventura
The guides

You can visit:

  • the Centro de Arte Canario ‘Casa Mané’ (La Oliva Art Gallery)
  • Casa de la Cilla
  • Casa de los coroneles
  • the Iglesia de la Candelaria (church)
  • Casa del Coroneles.

Watch video in youtube here

Follow me on:

Website: https://www.jpinfuerteventura.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/jpinfuerteventura
Google+: http://plus.google.com/117127715686017572434
Instagram: http://instagram.com/jpinfuerteventura/
Twitter: http://twitter.com/JPinFuerte

Information on El Cotillo: http://www.elcotillo.net

Another Lost Dog To The Dog Pound

Lost Dog
Lost Dog
Another Stray Dog

Another lost dog we ended up taking to the dog pound

On Friday evening I found another stray dog outside our garden gate, almost getting run over by the traffic. This is the 5th lost dog we have found outside our house in the past 2 years. Every time it has been in the evening just after the vocal vets and the dog pound have closed. We had no option, yet again, but to take her in for the night and take her to the dog shelter the following morning.

She was a lovely dog, well behaved and, as it turned out, house trained too. It soon became obvious that she belonged to a Spanish family as she reacted only to commands in Spanish. Unfortunately she did have a bit of a flea problem so we tried to keep her separate from our dogs. It is unusual to see a female dog here. I have no idea what happens to the female puppies as at least 75% of the dogs you see around are male.

Sue elected to sleep in the guest room with the stray dog on the floor and I slept with our two in our bedroom. It was a pretty sleepless night as every time our dogs heard the other dog in the next room move they were up. Anyone that knows me knows that I don’t do mornings. That morning I was sitting outside with the stray dog from 7am waiting for 9am when the dog pound (perrera) opened.

At 8:30 I decided to walk there with her as it is only a kilometre away. We got there just as the wonderful volunteers of Fuerteventura Dog Rescue were arriving to walk the strays in there, clean their cages, feed and water them. We checked the dog for a microchip but, no real surprise, she didn’t have one. She was put in a cage and I left, feeling guilty as I always do.

Some Good News

Fortunately a couple of hours later we were informed that her owners had been there looking for her.  They had seen her picture posted on Facebook. The owner was “forced” to have her microchipped and given a Rabies injection which is good news.

So it all ended well in the end.

Finding the long, lost, source of the Tababaire

Source of the Tababaire

Intrepid and dangerous expedition to find the long, lost, source of the Tababaire, Fuerteventura. Definitely off the beaten track.

I endeavour to bring new and unusual things in Fuerteventura to this channel, despite the very real personal danger to life and limb. So, in the true spirit of Dr Livingstone himself, I went in search of the fabled source of the Tababaire.

It is somewhere most people who have lived here for years and know the island well have rarely been to and is quite an interesting little trip. Despite my attempts to show otherwise, it isn’t as daunting a drive as it seems and it can easily be done in a standard car. The views of the north of Fuerteventura and Lanzarote are quite spectacular.

To get there head out on the main FV-10 La Oliva to Puerto del Rosario road and just after the right turn to Tindaya take the next left to Vallebrón. Follow that up the hill and into the valley. When you get to the village take the first left and then left again. Follow that road out of the valley. It will become a track but just keep going until you come to a fork. Left takes you to the tv relay station and right takes you on the track to the source of the Tababiare. Be brave, it really isn’t as bad as it looks.

Watch the video in Youtube

Our Dogs – Oscar and Jenson

Our dogs - Oscar and Jenson

Our Dogs – Oscar and Jenson


10422477_974779489251931_5081250273238229320_n (1)
Our Dogs – The little scally-wags in a cute moment


I have been asked by a few people whether we brought our dogs with us when we moved here so I thought I would write a post about the two little monsters.

Boogie (on holiday in Cornwall)

Actually, we didn’t have a dog in the UK for the last 6 years we were there as our previous dog, the still very much-missed Boogie, died of a bad heart in 2007 at the age of 13. That was just a few months after my mother died and as she used be our dog sitter when we went racing, or on holiday, we did not get another.

It was always on the cards that once we moved here we would get another dog, but we didn’t plan on getting one so soon after our arrival. Within a few weeks Sue started volunteering at the local Perrera, which is the council run dog pound. Before the volunteers became involved the dogs were given, at best, very basic care and attention. Before the volunteers became involved, the dogs got three weeks in the pound, with little or no effort to find new homes for them, before they were put down. Fuerteventura Dog Rescue, which is the organisation the volunteers work through, started going in a few times to clean out cages, give the dogs treats, bath them, let them run and play in the exercise area and also started to set up a network of foster carers to get them out of the pound before they were put down. They have since also developed a network in other countries where some of the dogs are re-homed.

Oscar in the Perrera

Anyway, the first week Sue volunteered a pathetic black and white pointer cross, about a year old, came in that had been found as a stray in Lajares. The following week he was still there and then again the next week. The pound was full at that time, with many dogs being held two to a cage, so some were to be put down, including this one. Despite the fact that at that time we were living in our apartment, which was hardly suitable for a dog, we decided that we would foster him to save his life. So on 1st April 2013, yes April Fools’ Day, we picked him up.

He remained a “foster” dog with us for such a long time. It was all of 24 hours before he won us over and he became our adopted dog. It was Sue’s turn to name our next dog so she chose Oscar.

Actually, he is the first male dog I have ever had which I wasn’t too sure about as my previous dogs had all been wonderful females. I needed have worried though as he is a good dog who loves cuddles. He gets far too spoilt really. That doesn’t stop him from being a bit of a whiner, for absolutely no reason. We keep telling him how lucky he is but that doesn’t seem to matter to him.

Oscar with Sue on his “gotcha day”

We lived in the apartment with him for just over 5 months before we bought this house which meant he had a nice garden to play in. In the apartment I seemed to do very little else but take him for a walk. We used to go out 6-8 times a day, which was a bit wearing, and that was why it was never our plan to get one before we bought a house.

Funnily though, when we had been in the house for 4 or 5 days, I suddenly realised that I hadn’t taken him for a walk since we moved in, and he hadn’t nagged to go for one either. I asked him “Oscar, do you want to go for a walk?” and he just looked at me with an expression which said “Well if you want but I’m not bothered now I have a garden.” We go for a a nice long walk every day though.

It was never our intention to have two dogs. I have only ever had one dog at a time in the past and felt that I didn’t really want to divide my love and attention between two. Sue felt the same way. However, a friend of ours, Mauro, who has two dogs told us that having two was much less work than one as they keep each other amused. We still weren’t convinced and in fact we will never forgive him for that particular piece of wisdom!

Jenson on his "gotcha day"
Jenson a few days after we got him

I was just looking through Facebook one afternoon when I came across a photo of a 3-month-old long-haired Jack Russell on the Fuerteventura Dog Rescue page. He had only been with his family for a few months and they were already wanting to get rid of him.

Anyway, I showed the photo to Sue, simply because he looked so cute, not with adopting him in mind at all. I said “Look at this little scrap looking for a home” and she immediately said “Can we have him?” I thought she was joking, but she wasn’t, so we made arrangements to see him and the rest is history. He was actually called Toby at that time, but didn’t know that, so I decided to rename him Jenson.

Generally our dogs get on very well together. Oscar is a very tolerant dog anyway so that was never really going to be an issue. But there are times when they get rather too loud and tear around the house chasing each other. Occasionally it gets a bit bad-tempered but not too often. Jenson also has not grown out of the destructive phase yet.

If anyone ever says to you that having two dogs is less work that one beat them around the head with a baseball bat and tell them they are talking rubbish. Two dogs are more than twice the work and aggravation!

We will DEFINITELY not be having any more dogs.