It’s amazing to go up until the lighthouse, discover its paths and getting lost in its hiding places. The access is reached from the port and the marketplace.
One very friendly local signaled a sort of path to go up the ramp: a path made of slate so crumbly that even the animals make it creak as they pass. There is nothing more amazing…it is a vertical path excavated between the roofs and walls of the restaurants.
All the ashlars that form the steps are irregular, without any type of architectural law, giving both a sense of height and vertigo when looking back.
In the first hour of the morning, the mist that parts the city draws one of the best sights of the Basque Country: the town is diametrically divided into two parts, each with its own beach.
Along the climb, on the verge of the road there are small parcels of grass and two stone benches oriented towards the immensity of the Bay of Biscay which allow for a moment of rest, which will make easier the climb for the more lazy ones.
Depending on the time of year you can find small wild fig trees, whose fruits, although small in size, gather all the flavor of the area.
As you keep walking, the path becomes more and more rough and vast, going from the paved beginning to a path completely covered with weed that gives way to the viewpoint.