Our first ferry ride! And would you believe it, the day dawned surly and grey? Sad, maybe, that we were leaving Sáo Jorge for Faial. In less than 10 minutes Velas receded into the mists, and we were racing alongside of Pico in bright sunshine, trailing clouds behind us.
A brief stop at Sáo Roque, on the northern coast of Pico, confused us a little, but the crew, aware of the limitations of us landlubbers, did a head count before leaving the port. All present and correct! Rounding the tip of the island, we whipped across the water, eyes following every movement of the waves. Somewhere in the depths, we knew, were whales, but no mighty tail breached the water.
Soon we were sailing into the harbour of Horta, legendary in the yachting world, and gaping at the endless shoreline. Whisking our bags off the conveyor belt, within seconds we…
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LIVING THE DREAM 