With their sinuous shape forming constant questions, the dunes seem to hide a mystery. In the end, the light will prevail, let there be no doubt about that. Made of sand from head to foot, this being will not look the same by the end of this new day, although practically no one will be able to tell the difference. It’s all in the nuances: a golden lock that switches place, furtive grains of sand that slide down the slopes, or perhaps marks on the surface that are pushed along by the breeze. It all seems to stand still, although each part is constantly moving, drawing inspiration from the nearby waves. The dunes dance in silence.

The Maspalomas dunes look like a raggle-taggle bunch of children turned to sand by some kind of spell. The only trick here though is the sea and the winds joining forces. Seeing them awaken is a clear sign that the day is beginning in the right place, particularly when the nearby sea joins this protected landscape, visible from the Dunes viewpoint or from the hiking trails. We’re bound to feel like staying here until the shadows return to sleep among the folds of their sandy skin.