Cabo Polonio

On the cold winter morning of August 24th, we threw on our coats, gloves and scarves, grabbed our cameras, and left the town of Barra de Valizas, heading in Rodrigo’s truck to Parque Nacional Cabo Polonio. At the park, we climbed aboard a 4 x 4 truck – the only way into Cabo Polonio besides horseback or by foot – and braced ourselves for the chilly coastal wind and a bumpy ride.

As we entered the town, we felt time slowing down even more than it had in Barra de Valizas. In a town of 100 people with no running electricity, everything was still and quiet, except for swings and flags blowing in the wind.

We took in every detail: beautiful seashells, wind-whipped houses, tattered ropes and handcrafted fences. Each home had its own character, marked by its structure, color and exterior decoration. The resident’s personality seemed to shine through the walls of each house.Along the shore, waves crashed against the rugged rocky outcrops where masses of sea lions lounged. Stray dogs followed us on our path to the lighthouse, where we were able to attain an aerial view of the town.

Our guide, Bea, a naturalist guide and resident of Cabo Polonio, led us through the town. She spoke of the disconnect between humans and their environment. Cabo Polonio’s existence reunites the two, and allows humans the space and time necessary to recognize the importance of their coexistence with the environment.

When Bea invited us into her home for an interview, we caught a glimpse into her peaceful life, in-tune with the environment. Nature seemed to seep into every inch of her home – plants draped over bannisters, natural remedies lining the shelves, and a garden to encompass the house. As she spoke during the interview, her blue eyes revealed her passion and understanding of the environment.

Having lived our entire lives in a society that has surrounded us with technology and trained us to become reliant on a fast-paced life, we left Cabo Polonio feeling as if we had been under a spell. The rumble of the 4 x 4 and the cold wind began to lift the magic, but the slow, peaceful feeling lingered, not fading until our journey led us back to the city.

IMG_0841The lighouse in Cabo Polonio

IMG_0839Christina Belasco photographing the waves crashing into the rocks

IMG_0918Colorful house made from a shipwreck

IMG_0964Students ride on the back of 4×4

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