As the boat pulls away, Lanzarote slowly shrinks behind you and the tiny silhouette of Isla de Lobos appears ahead, floating like a quiet guardian between the two islands.
The crossing is short but beautiful. The Atlantic glitters, the wind wakes you up better than any espresso, and Los Lobos drifts by close enough to make you wonder how many shades of blue the ocean can possibly hold.
Soon the ferry glides into Corralejo, Fuerteventura’s lively northern capital. It’s a town that feels both relaxed and buzzing — surf shops, cafés, pastel houses, and the smell of fresh seafood drifting through the streets. You can wander the marina, grab a barraquito, or simply sit and watch the waves roll in. Corralejo has that easy charm that makes you want to stay longer than planned. But the island has more waiting.
A local bus winds its way across the volcanic landscape toward El Cotillo, once a humble fishing village and now one of the most atmospheric corners of Fuerteventura. It still feels authentic — whitewashed houses, quiet lanes, and a coastline shaped by wind and time. The old harbour is postcard‑perfect, and the nearby beaches are wild, open, and impossibly photogenic. If you’re lucky, you’ll catch surfers dancing on the waves like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
On the way back, the bus cuts through one of the island’s most iconic landscapes: the Corralejo Natural Dunes Park. Suddenly the world turns golden. Rolling dunes stretch toward the horizon, meeting the turquoise sea in a way that feels almost unreal. It’s the kind of place where you stop talking without noticing — the silence is part of the experience.
A short walk from the road leads you to a beach that looks like it was painted rather than formed: soft sand, clear water, and enough space to feel like you’ve discovered your own private corner of the Atlantic. Whether you swim, nap, or just sit and let the wind rearrange your thoughts, it’s the perfect ending to a perfect island‑hopping day.
As the sun begins to drop, you catch the ferry back to Lanzarote, watching Fuerteventura fade into the evening light. One day, two islands, countless memories.
