In the clear, brittle light of that summer afternoon, the simple lines and time-worn stones of Presidio la Bahía seemed to exemplify the classic Spanish fort: strong; stalwart; impenetrable; beautiful.
Even softened by the glow of approaching evening, its limestone walls appeared equally secure: though warmer, and more inviting.
Curious, already warmed by the welcome I’d received from a fort volunteer, and eager to explore the place I’d call home for three days, I unlocked the door. Heavy and resistant, it required a second push before it fully opened. Cypress? I wondered. Not cedar. Maybe mesquite.
Stepping into the room, I stopped: surprised by streaks of sunlight spread across the floor. Seeing curtains drawn across the single, small window, I turned, seeking the light’s source. Much to my amusement, I found it: streaming through my fort’s strong, stalwart, impenetrable door.