And so, dear travellers, we reach the end of our journey. We have viewed the world from the crag’s lofti-est point, we have followed the Guadalete River’s course, we have felt the force of history in the old stones and enjoyed the gentle caress of nature in the breeze.
Each belvedere has given its own historical account: the mountainous area’s grandeur, the immensity of the countryside, life concealed in the river’s waters, the generosity of these lands that have provided generations with their livelihood. And at the end of this route, a clear truth remains: Arcos is not merely gazed upon, it is sensed from within.
From here, with the scent of blossom floating in the air and the final rays of daylight bathing the white houses with golden tones, the time has come to say goodbye. But this goodbye does not entail the end, rather it is an invitation to return, to wander these streets with different eyes, with new questions and with the certainty that this place’s beauty is everlasting.
Forever yours, wayfarers. I hope the wind guides you back to this land where the past and present em-brace each other on each corner.