Sun’s already on the rise when the small, wooden boat enters the deserted cove of Cala Coticcio. Its dark shadow slowly moves on the white sand, peaceful and distant. Arms burning from the last stream of rows, our improvised sailor wipes his forehead with the sleeve of his worn-out shirt. Morning light vivid as a splash of freshly squeezed lemon reflects on the pristine water. Blinded from the saturated decor, he hides his face under his straw hat for what's expected to be a vibrant day.