Once past the barrier of the last holm oaks, the eyes perceive the vision of Cala Goloritzé as a first impact, is so evident that it is almost painful. After the slight effort of a path that starts from Baunei and which winds among the rocks, it is a more than satisfactory reward.
The color of the sea is so green to appear even unlikely, the spectacle of the Peak stands as a challenge: all this awaits visitors, who immediately forget the scratch of the brambles or, in summer, the burning heat of the path. Goloritzé means austere verticality in the face of endless horizontality, stable, immutable certainty, in the face of continuous movement, non-stop change. A comparison between the two eternities, which for the vision of some philosophers is also a perfect symbol of the meeting of masculine and feminine.
The big rock is an invitation to heaven: an unmissable event for climbing enthusiasts, ready with harnesses on the body and talcum powder on their hands, and willing to do an extra effort to enjoy the whole Gulf from above. But the sense of superiority of those who climb up to a hair from the clouds corresponds, for those who are on the shore to enjoy the light surf with their feet on the water edge, breathing the salty sea wind, listening to the call of the seagulls, the precise perception of being in a Eden for a few.
Already the pebble beach is a difference: the mind almost falls into a dimension of never lived memory, in an archaic experience that brings back to a primitive enjoyment. The distance from the tourist facilities is total, the idea of ordinary comfort leaves room for an immediate identification of man with nature.
Even to the lazy, the hypothesis of a “modern” use of Goloritzé appears to be a blasphemy. And the soundtrack is also adequate: the soft footsteps on the leaves that cover the path guarantee respect for silence, only the sea and the wind speak to each other, in their timeless speech.
The slight crunch of the pebbles under your feet is a guarantee of privilege, and is not the envy of those who step on the teak decks of large yachts and sailing catamarans. They are forced to respect the exclusivity of Goloritzé, they cannot disembark and for once they are the excluded.
And even upon returning, the expectations are denied: you leave a corner of Paradise, thinking about the next time you will be able to see it again. But although you walk uphill, the regenerated soul gives lightness to the step, the heart is not heavy. The traveler knows: it's just a goodbye.