Tenerife taught me an important life lesson: never make evening plans, because the sun has its own show scheduled and it will not accept competition. Every single sunset felt like a personal performance – the sky slowly warming up in soft oranges and pinks, the ocean pretending not to care while absolutely stealing the spotlight, and me standing there like an idiot with a phone, whispering “just one more photo”. The volcanic coast turned into a dramatic stage, waves clapped politely against the rocks, and time slowed down in that dangerous way that makes you forget emails, deadlines, and what day of the week it is. Tenerife doesn’t do shy sunsets. It does bold, cinematic, end-of-the-world sunsets that make you believe this island was specifically designed for golden hours and quiet existential thoughts.