It sounds like a spell. A location in a dream. But after three weeks of following rural trails, dead-end roads, and one very suspicious ferry ride, I think I found it.
Standing under that arch, watching the sun melt into the sea, I felt what the name promises: The threshold where you stop running from the end of the day and learn to watch it instead. portal del emdiador ocaso
There are places on the map that are easy to find—and then there are places the map seems to hide on purpose. It sounds like a spell