Dust. Wind. Bliss.
This little, not too pretty island is a place I will always associate with my parents. They came here in the early 70s, when Fuerteventura was a destination for adventurers and hippies. Back then the island only had a few hotels. Driving through the bizarre vulcanic landscape and walking around naked on the perfect, empty beaches, my parents lost their heart to this place. For decades they keep returning to it, every year.
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