You know
when you really notice church bells? It’s when you have a hangover. You really
notice them then. The church bells in Livramento start ringing at 6:55 and bang
away for 5 minutes and then mark the hour with 7 single bongs. Then at 7:55
they start up again with the same big, loud song and then 5 minutes later 8
single bongs, but the second time around it sounds like sonic booms. It works
well for getting lazy and hungover people out of bed in the morning; the 5-minute
warning song wakes you up and ignites your headache. Then the single bongs
produce identical bonging in your head that forces you to stagger down to the
kitchen and gobble a few painkillers of your choice, drink some water, and get
your arse moving. I bet that hunchback yanking and swinging on those bell ropes
in the church is just laughing his ass off thinking about all the misery he’s
causing.
I think that
each time you suffer through a hangover it forces you to do a mental
calculation of whether or not the intoxicants consumed the night before were
worthwhile. A lot of people say their hangovers are so bad that they swear they
will never drink again. But then they do it again, sometimes the next night, so
that’s just bullshit exaggeration. I wonder how bad a hangover would have to be
to cause you to teetotal? I read a t-shirt once that said, “The liver is evil
and must be punished.” I thought that was real funny. But I digress.
We left at 9
am to pick up Pedro from the mechanic, where he was dropping off his vehicle to
have some work done. Since we had nothing planned, we offered to help him out
and, since he was on vacation this week, we could hang out for a while and make
a morning of it. So we picked him up in a town called Relva, which in English
means “grass” - proof that non-English speaking countries have some pretty dumb
town names too, so quit picking on Moose Jaw, Climax, Eyebrow, Big Beaver,
Stoner, Crotch Lake, and Dildo, all of which are towns in Canada (mainly Saskatchewan;
we tried to corner the market on goofy town names back in the early 1900’s).
Although there is one village in Quebec that might take the prize for
originality – welcome to Saint-Louis-du-Ha! Ha! Those Quebeccers are a real
gas.
Our first
stop was the Gruta do Carvao which is a system of underground caverns located
right in Ponta Delgada. But upon arrival we were told that they were fully
booked, and you need to reserve ahead to secure a place. Instead we went for a
15-minute drive westward out to the town of Feteiras, which is where we own a
building lot. The last time we were here in 2012 the wild bamboo had grown to
over 20 feet tall, so we were expecting it to be even taller this time, and
perhaps populated by monkeys and hedgehogs. But as we pulled up to the lot we
discovered that somebody (I assume the town) had completely cleared off the
land and burnt all the bamboo, probably because the neighbours were complaining
about the urban jungle sprouting up between their houses. We’ve owned the lot
for about 10 years, and this year we wanted to consider doing something with
it. The lot itself is excellent - it’s about 60 feet wide and at least 200 feet
long, and backs onto a cliff overlooking the ocean. The view is magnificent,
and we’ve often imagined building a kick-ass house there and waking up to see
dolphins playing in the waves and spouts of water shooting up from the
blowholes of sperm whales. We will see.
We drove
around the town for a while and not much at all had changed since the last time
we were here. Still very sleepy, slow, and not much going on. There is a long,
steep road very close to our lot that leads down to the sea, and there used to
be a nice swimming pool there, similar to the one in Lagoa. The last time we
were here it was no longer open and looked close to falling apart. Well, this
time, it was completely destroyed. It looked to me like somebody had put a ton
of dynamite in the centre of it and blown the whole area to smithereens. Pedro
told us that it was probably one of the fierce winter storms that had
eventually ruined it. We were hoping that they had been rebuilt, which would
give a big boost to this small town.
From here,
we returned to Ponta Delgada and Pedro took us on a tour of one of the oldest
churches in the city, built on a tall hill, called the Hermitage of the Mother
of God, which was closed, but was magnificent, especially the views over the
city. Next, we drove down to the university and toured around the gardens and
some of the buildings, including the library. The construction material used
here was concrete, but they had left the grain from the wood forms in the
concrete and layered on many coats of coloured lacquer which created the look
of natural wood - very cool.
We dropped
Pedro off at home and then continued eastward to Villa Franca, taking the slow
road instead of the highway so that we could drive through all the towns along
the way. We reached Villa Franca and continued down to the marina for lunch at
the restaurant (or “snack bar” as they like to call them) there. Although it
was only about 15 degrees, the sky was mainly clear and the sun beating down
made it feel much, much hotter so we sat back in our chairs and soaked up the
sunshine. Our winter this year in Canada has been rotten - since November we’ve
had an endless string of cold, heartless, grey days and tons of snow. Even now
in April it’s still snowing and miserable, so we’ve been looking forward to
sunshine for a very long time.
We weren’t
sure what to do after lunch, so we just started slowly working our way back
westward, and when we reached the beach at Agua de Alto we decided to stop. The
beaches here are all volcanic black sand and stunningly beautiful. Because of
the deep water there is little vegetation that washes up on shore, making them
naturally clean. We set up base camp with towels and bags and changed into our
bathing suits. At first it was lovely, but soon the wind started to gust, and
with each gust we received a complementary skin exfoliation. Once you got up
off ground level it was better, so we went for a nice long walk on the beach
while the kids built some structures out of the driftwood. Soon, everybody was
full of sand and getting a bit chilled from the wind, so we changed out of our
swimsuits and continued along the road until we found a sign pointing towards a
town called Caloura - a place we’ve never visited. We drove down and discovered
a nice sheltered marina and a natural sea pool with people swimming! Magnus and
I did a quick change back into our suits and went for an exhilarating, cold,
and very brief swim, but long enough to wash the black sand grit out of our
hair and get a dusty coating of evaporated ocean salt on our skin. It felt
great.
On the way
back to the house we stopped to look at an old, abandoned orphanage. One of
Ana’s aunts spent some time here as a child, and it must have been a remarkable
building at one time, but now it was decayed, ruinous, and inhabited by pigeons
and perhaps any number of small, ground mammals, not to mention spooky ghosts.
The structure itself was still intact, but many of the windows were broken and
the doors were held shut by chains. The main gate was also chained, so we
couldn’t get into the courtyard to have look around, but we did peek through
the cracks to see an overgrown, wild garden, infringing on the building and
offering refuge to many species of birds.
Back at home
we had a drink and great visit with Rui and then a bit of downtime before driving
into Ponta Delgada for a walk around the port and marina area and dinner at a
restaurant called San Pedro’s. This restaurant is several steps up from the
typical snack bar, evidenced by the higher prices and the white, instead of
plastic, table cloths. Our server was an engaging, slightly quirky, lovely
young man, who walked us through the menu and set us up with wine and drinks
for the kids. In the restaurant they had two televisions that played videos of
the Azores, and we noticed some places we hadn’t yet visited, so added them to
the mental checklist of spots to check out. At the end of the meal, our server
snuck over to our table, and was hiding something in his jacket. He looked
left, and then looked right, and handed Ana a DVD.
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