While it was still dark one morn, we headed for the East Coast. We read that if you get here at sunrise you can see fisherman hauling in their catch from the night in this traditional fishing village. On this cold December morn, all boats were safely tied and fisherman tucked in their beds.
The green shuttered homes of yesteryear added to the mystique.
An ordinary but artistic home overlooks the bay.
On this cold December morn, we only found one lone fisherman heading out to sea.
From Cala Figuera we drove on to Portopetro. We wandered around the marina and saw a couple fishermen throw bread crumbs to the fish.
Our final stop on the East coast was at Cali d'Or. The rocky shores were lined with striking white villas and condos. We visited an old fort on the harbor with graffiti from the 1700-1800s.
The next morn we visited this lighthouse on our way to Capocorb Vell.
