Day 26, Cueva Rojo and finally eat Cabra Gulasch

In the morning, haha, the cleaning lady scares me. It's not Rosa or Rosi or whatever, like last week. The language barrier is the same. She doesn't speak English, I don't speak Spanish. At least I understand enough to know that she only cleans the kitchen and bathroom and doesn't take care of the rooms, which is fine by me.
To avoid having the meal turn into as much of an adventure as it was the other day in the restaurant, I make the effort to free the goat meat from the bones and the toughest, sinewy chunks. Then I quickly boil it again so that by this evening, after the third boil, the result should be good.
Now I try the tram for the first time. It stops right in front of the door. My Ten+ card works here just the same. After two stops, I get off again; I don't want to go back to La Laguna again. My phone shows me some sight, Cueva Roja, why not. It's only a few minutes to the right bus stop, and waiting fifteen minutes for the bus is really no challenge for me.
What is a challenge is that the bus driver simply ignores my stop signal. Whether it was because the stops were too close together or whatever doesn't matter now. I'm now standing in the middle of nowhere and have to choose between an hour wait for the bus back or a thirty-minute walk down the serpentine road to reach my destination. Walking has never hurt anyone, and I enjoy it. I'm rewarded along the way with a beautiful view from up high over Santa Cruz. The famous caves are an old quarry for tuff rock, as I now learn from the description online. Less a highlight and more a dump, but whatever, I've seen it live. The adventure is waiting for me here. Should I walk back down the boring road to reach the bus stop, or – those stairs over there must lead somewhere too. And they do. But there are really a lot of them. And in the winding alleys, I keep wondering how people can live here and whether I'm really on the right path or if I have to walk all the way back up again. Later I read something about 103 steps, but that can't be right, at least one zero is missing. I'm quite glad when I finally see a scooter parked in an alley; it means someone has come here! Then a car. Then real civilization again, saved. Now two big questions in life: “Does a bus come here?” and “Is there a café here?” Luckily, I arrive just in time for a quick café solo before the bar closes; it’s 2 PM! Am I actually writing a book here or what am I doing? The rest of the day in just bullet points; if it does turn into a book, I can elaborate on those
beautiful square with a tiled fountain and tiled benches: Plaza de los Patos
Snack in/on my beloved park Sanabrina
Blueberries are AMAZING
Sun on the balcony
Powernap
And now finally pasta with Cabra Gulasch, totally delicious, greetings, Lion