This little town is a discovery in itself, as it is relatively untouched by tourism. From the harbour, you have a view or the entire panorama of the streets and alleyways built into the hillside. Subconsciously, you relax, watching the fishermen or taking a stroll along the long black sandy bay to the prettily paved beach promenade.
The church was consecrated in 1900, having been built in 1879 with the money of an emigrant who had made his fortune in Cuba, and who some time later, in 1910, was the first to bring windmills from Chicago to Fuerteventura. Beyond the church, before the post office, the fountain with six water-spewing seahorses surrounded by a shady oasis of tall trees is a symbol of incredible luxury, though swimming in it is expressly forbidden.
In the late 1920s, tomato-growing began to boom. The crop was stored in the warehouse belonging to Lopez and Velazquez and shipped from Gran Tarajal. In winter, you can look through open doors all over town and watch the tomatoes being sorted, packed and loaded. Enormous trucks take the crates the short distance from the narrow streets to the harbour, from where they are shipped (via Gran Canaria)