An Azorean Adventure: Part 2
Lagoa, Sao Miguel, Azores, Portugal. After our titillating drive through the clouds, Char and I settled into our room at the Hotel Arcanjo, a cozy 2 star pensāo located on the edge of a small fishing village known as Lagoa. In an attempt to stave off the awkward jet lag that follows a 4 hr time difference – it’s not quite short enough to pretend it never happened, not long enough to shock your internal clock instantly into submission – we set off to explore the neighborhood. Steps from our hotel we found tidal pools teeming with puffy, cotton candy-colored Portuguese man o’ war.
Grammatical sidenote: What is the proper pluralization of man o’ war? If you are of the o-apostrophe school rather than the hyphenated man-of-war, then wouldn’t the plural be Portuguese men o’ war? Or Portuguese man-of-wars….hmm food for thought.
We slipped into a waterfront restaurant where we sampled local wine and cheese.
Refueled, we wandered through the narrow streets of Lagoa looking for photo subjects.
Our noses discerned the seductive scent of garlic in the air, and we followed the waft right up to yet another picturesque waterfront restaurant. Our waitress insisted we have the limpets to start. They arrived in a cast iron pan, sizzling in butter and juicy garlic cloves.
After our limpets we dug into a heaping plate of vegetables, potatoes and butterflied fillets of buttery white fish. We then used our leftovers to make friends with the local canine community.
Stay tuned for more about our Azorean adventure, including photos of natural hot springs, waterfalls, tea fields, and bush after bush of glorious hydrangeas.