The endemic vegetation already springs unexpectedly from the soil color tile and gray. The rails well delineated prevent digressions that may jeopardize this fragile ecosystem. The guards, an army always alert in the defense of these plant and animal organisms, whose weapons are smiles , not merely call the attention of the most distracted visitors, calmly and enthusiastically explain the importance of every plant, every bird and mammal in the natural balance of these islands . At our disposal, they placed diving goggles that allow is to investigate the deeps of the small bay. It's a dip in the crystal clear turquoise waters that becomes even more attractive in a day of intense heat. By submerging the first that can be seen are several species of colorful fish that roam between the volcanic rocks, I'd say some are even curious, since they do not fear human presence. The rock before dressed in gray is now covered by lush green vegetation. There is even a wall that extends almost vertically up to the sandy bottom, which I called: the wall of giant sea urchins, and it is not an understatement, its towering and considerable peaks cover all the rocky glitches as it were a plantation. Between the rock and the sand I saw more than one unusual format, which ultimately conceals more timid fish like the flounder. The salemas reminded me of herds grazing in undulating movements they fed peacefully and serene from the floors covered in seaweed near the surf, despite the many curious human eyes that scrutinize them. The wrasses seem to have even more intense colors in these islands. It's like standing before a giant aquarium; the difference is that we are in it. It's pure serenity intersected only by the noise of our breathing. Back on land the saga continues as the inhospitable landscape is fueled by continuous unusual sounds, small groups of musicians play along the rail several musical pieces that still make this day an even more special event, for the delight of visitors.
But the unexpected always happens in the enchanted isles, suddenly strikes down a torrent of water that wets everything and everyone and somehow marks the departure time. At our departure, we leave the Desert island cradle by the sound of a solitary Bagpiper at the top of a cliff and we're treated with the company of a flock of sea swallows, small white birds and shearwaters. Until our next visit...
