Lanzarote, Spain.

Aplace where volcanic landscapes blend seamlessly with chic island vibes. I promise the only thing exploding will be your senses (& relax, also).

72h itinerary

Day One: Lava, Light, and a Table in the Wall

Check-in: Álava Suites
Early afternoon. Clean lines, soft light, and air that smells like salt and stone. Álava Suites gets island minimalism right—sharp design, no noise, everything grounded.

Afternoon: Pool, book, silence
No rush. Just drop the bags, breathe, and let the volcanic stillness do its thing. A pool nap. Maybe a glass of something. Maybe nothing at all.

Evening: Dinner at LagOmar Restaurant
We ease in properly—with dinner carved into volcanic rock. Tunnels, staircases, and candlelight. The food is bold, the wine local, the mood surreal. A good first night without trying too hard.

Day Two: Lava Tunnels and the Architecture of Quiet

Morning: Jameos del Agua + Cueva de los Verdes
We start underground. Jameos del Agua is part lava tube, part design dream—curves, light, water. A kind of natural cathedral.
Next door: Cueva de los Verdes. Darker, older, quieter. A lava tunnel that goes deep, with a mirrored secret at the end.

Late Morning: Mirador del Río
A short drive uphill and suddenly the sky opens. Manrique’s lookout is almost invisible from the outside. Inside: all glass, cliff, and silence. The view is absurd in the best way.

Lunch: Casa de la Playa (Arrieta)
Back down the coast, we land at the sea. Casa de la Playa is low-key but sharp: grilled fish, papas arrugadas, and wine poured like water. No shoes required.

Afternoon: Haría
We head inland to Haría, tucked in a green valley. Whitewashed houses, palm trees, no traffic. We wander. We pause. Everything feels framed, like a scene from a film we’re not in a hurry to leave.

Evening: Dinner at El Risco (Arrieta)
A few steps from the sea again. El Risco does local right—fresh fish, open windows, no show. It’s all in the timing. We eat slowly, with the sound of waves and nothing else.

Day Three: Mineral, Soft, and Slightly Sunburned

Morning: César Manrique Foundation
We head south, mid-morning. This was Manrique’s home, built into lava bubbles. It’s still alive with ideas—part museum, part manifesto. Nothing about it feels dated.

Late Morning: Museo LagOmar
Back into the surreal. The LagOmar Museum is carved into a hillside, all archways, curves, light and shadow. Built to confuse and charm. It succeeds.

Lunch: El Diablo
We drive into the lava fields of Timanfaya. At El Diablo, the food is cooked over a volcano vent—because why not. It’s touristy, yes, but also strangely elemental. The views are Martian. The heat is real.

Afternoon: Wine tasting in La Geria
On the way back, we stop in La Geria. Black ash vineyards, stone-ringed vines, whitewashed bodegas. We taste wines that only grow here. The volcanic minerality? Obvious. In a good way.

Evening: Back to Álava Suites
A reset. A shower, a swim and then that quiet closeness only islands seem to allow.

Dinner: In-house at Álava
We stay in. Dinner on the terrace or in the garden, something fresh and simple prepared just for us. Soft light, no effort. The kind of final meal that feels like staying exactly where we’re supposed to be.

Late Evening: One last walk + drink
A quiet stretch of coast. Lava underfoot. One last glass, something simple, under the stars. No soundtrack. No service. Just us and the island.