There is something beautifully haunting in the lighthouse of Cape Engaño that will attract you to stay longer.
The trek to the lighthouse consists of mountainous steps plus 308 cement stairs. It took us roughly 30 minutes to go up, exempting the stopovers we took every now and then because I easily gasp for air every 15 steps. I’m not that fit, I confess. But I believe that it doesn’t stop there.
So despite the minimal physical qualifications this cape requires us, finishing what we started became my motivation to finish it.
And I have no regrets.
It’s probably the unpolluted air, or the ragged cliff, or the green meadow reminiscent to the land of Teletubbies, or the islands that appear as small bumps in the deep blue sea, or maybe the clouds that look like mother and child, embutido, and chicken joy.
But maybe, what really attracts me to the lighthouse itself is the feeling that while I inhabit it, even for just a small period of time, I feel at home. The restlessness of the city kept mum around the lighthouse’s presence. And for the first time in a long time, I feel at peace.