Have you ever seen something so stunningly beautiful that it literally takes your breath away? I have: the view from El Castillo de Santa Bárbara.
Just close your eyes and imagine this: straight down below you glittering in the fading sunshine is the Mediterranean, an impossibly blue-green sea, not a speck of muddy-brown anywhere. The waves break a bit at the shoreline, but beyond that, smooth. Smooth as glass, el mar stretches into an endless pale blue sky, delicately painted with the typical evening streaks: the palest of blues, the softest of yellows, the most muted orange.
Now turn, a little to your left and, careful not to look directly into it, take in the setting sun. His final rays of the day bathe the quaint casas below in a comfortable orange glow.
Now, a bit dazed from gazing at the setting ball of fire, you let your eyes follow the snow-white gulls, dancing in the last rays of light; they are so at ease, soaring ballerinas, pirouetting through the evening air.
They drift to your left, unexpectedly, and beyond them, something else catches your eye, las montañas. Etched into the fading blue sky--looking like a five year-old's first creating on his etch-a-sketch--the mountains stand tall, surrounding the city, almost as if guarding its many little treasures and secrets.
Finally, you look straight down again, and this time, you see the twisting streets below. You see movement. Movement everywhere. The people, the cars, the birds, the tram, the waves--all are on the move. And yet, you can't hear a thing.
How strange. How tranquil. How magnificent.
You may feel a little shiver electrifying your body; that's ok...let it work its way down your spine, traversing its way through your arms and legs, your fingers and toes.
So now, just rest your hands on the cool, stony wall, inhale the briny sea air--be sure to take it all in--but most of all, be prepared to let it take your breath away.
