8 Days

Azores São Miguel

May 28, 2017


The facade of the fomer State Savings Bank.

We juggled a list of names: Iceland, Spain, Bali, Japan. But the Azores was an unexpected addition to our list. I was drawn in by how remote the islands were and how untouched they still are. The Azores are a place where calm and quiet are in abundance.

Two months later, we’re inside a tiny stick-shift zipping around switchbacks on the main island of the Azores, São Miguel (Ilha de São Miguel). While our ears are popping from jumping between mountainous terrain to coastal shore within minutes (and back again); our cameras hadn’t lost a beat clicking at each unfolding vista. We were in love and this was the honeymoon.

May 28

Day 1


Nicole started driving our manual car up to the first place we’d be staying in Ginetes. I would later end up filling this car with diesel fuel ruining it’s engine but that’s another story for another day.

At this point, we had only a shred of sleep and a scrap of food over the past day of travel. Our lodging for the next few days wasn’t ready for checkin and at seven in the morning, even the biggest city in São Miguel was fast asleep. I asked Nicole to wear right and take the scenic road up to Sete Cidades, the “parish” town at the center of an ancient volcanic crater.

It’s quiet today. A few cars pass us on the road. We roll down the windows and the chilly air smells of pine and eucalyptus. Nicole gladly stops to take photos. By our eight day on the trip, stopping for photos will become a bit of a chore, but the views never lose their beauty on the island.

The crater of Sete Cidades has a large lake in the base where a bridge splits it in two. White wildflowers blur into wisps of white clouds which fill the top of the turquoise skies which fade into the green mountaintops that slide right into the mottled green and lapis lake water.

We park our car again looking for the most famous vista on the island (we tell ourselves we’ll see it later). Wrong turns into the woods.

We see firsthand one beautiful feature about the Azores: no where else will the elevation and vegetation change so dramatically within such a sort distance. We parked our card in a lichen-soaked patch of land made flat and muted by the constant wind at this elevation. My feet would sink into the spongy surface and I feared I was destroying it. When we turned into the woods, it turned dark from the thick forest cover. These were conifers I had never seen before. Is this where the set of Jurassic Park relocated?

We drive down the mountain — the views are always more impressive from above than below — and the town yawns as the car passes right through it. We’re very much hungry and very much tired, but the fumes of travel and a new world keep us excited and delighted at every turn. The euphoria is lush.

The island of São Miguel is the biggest and most populated of the nine islands formed by volcanoes. But it struck us almost immediately driving on the island how small and intimate it was. You hardly need an hour to drive the length straight through and only thirty minutes at most to drive north to south. This makes it perfect to explore everything on the island. Our eight day trip was too much time on one island, and when we come back we would o half the time on the main island and spread it out on the other islands.

We drove northwest towards the parish town of Mosteiros: famous for it’s sunset watching. At this point though, our room was ready and it was midday. We grabbed groceries in the town center (the owner and I both played the oboe we found out through broken Portuguese and English and lots of charades).

Rui let us into our rooms and he went to work explaining things to do: his favorite place for pizza, a swim (but he couldn’t swim he said), a sunset, and more. I scrawled them in pen on the tourism board’s map. The house sits only a few minutes from the western coast near the lighthouse of Ferraria, built in 1901, and we wander over there.

The sun is marvelous. It’s our cue to head back up to Mosteiros and catch our first sunset in the Azores at Poço da Pedra.

The clock turns to nine and the sun has disappeared for the day. We’ve only survived on snacks up to this point, and our hunger has passed acceptable levels of civility. We’re hangry. Rui recommended Pizzeria Fantasia, and we walk in.

“Reservation?” she asks as we scan the half empty restaurant. No, we reply. She finds us a spot. As the trip unfolded, reservations became increasingly important. The island is small and the dining options are limited (the true sign of a yet-to-be-popular destination). The reality is that most places take a very limited number of tables and reservations are essential. It’s an island and the locals enjoy living peacefully. In Ponta Delgada, walking into the handful of delicious restaurants without a reservation will be a sure-fire way to end up not eating for the night.

We alternated between bites of pizza and glasses of rosé and stumbled out of the restaurant back into the cool, quiet night. The Atlantic broke against the beaches rocks, and we drove home.

May 29

Day 2

Ribeira Grande

Adjustments had to be made. My original itinerary focused on one part of the island per day, but we quickly found out yesterday that we could do much more without worry about doing too much. It was quite perfect.

We decide to drive up the north coast: leaving Ginetes, we would head up through Bretanha, Ponta da Costa, Santa Barbara, Capel [fill in], and finally stopping in Ribeira Grande (we have dinner here tonight). We zip through vlilages and parishes: Azorean architecture unfolding through the narrow streets. A famous windmill here, a beautiful vista there, a weathered facade to our right, and a dark-trimmed church to our left. We’ve become professional sightseers. Should we stop and take a look? The answer is always yes.

Is this what retirement feels like? No boutiques to investigate, no museums to traverse, no lines, no tours to book, no traffic, no problems.

We ate dinner at Boca de Cena, and it became our most beloved meal.

We parked our car in Ribeira Grande as we drove from the western part of São Miguel to Furnas. It’s one of the few sandy beaches on the island and a popular spot for surfing. I collected lava rocks from the beach, and we ogled at each new house façade we found. [[We polished off a drink each at a nameless pub and headed towards the sandy beach in Ribeira Grande. Surfers took to the waves, and I took a little bit of the dark sand for home.]] We skipped lunch but didn’t skip afternoon drinks. We found our way into the pasty shop nearby and gave our wine something to mingle with in our bellies before dinner.

May 30

Day 3


On our way Furnas, we decided to drive through Lagoa do Fogo via the city of Lagoa. We realized that the island was small enough that we could have stayed put in one lodging, but our trip had us change homes 3 times. Furnas was the middle of our trip.

On the paper map, there was a key for a ceramic workshop, which caught my attention. I guided Nicole as she drove to the spot on the map and we were in front of Ceramica Viera, perhaps the oldest continuously operating ceramic atelier on the island. It has been producing useful and decorative wares since the mid 1800s. The original kilns are no longer in use, but they have weathered marvelously, with rose bushes growing along their chalk-white sides. Next to them are the newer facilities where artisans still work primarily by hand from throwing the pots to decorating them in slip. And yes, we picked a few pieces for ourselves to take home.

Nicole was feeling peckish and so we left towards the centro of Lagoa in hope of finding food. Susan was perched at her second-story balcony leaning with elbows on the pine-colored iron work watching her cat attempt a jump. We waved hello — at this point we didn’t know her name of course. And she spoke back in English. Susan, after all, was from Long Island. She retired with her husband here a few years back. It was the weekend of Corpus Christi, she said, and people would be handing out bread and wine to passers-by. The streets were festooned with garlands, and we were quite ready ourselves to don our hats and knock on some doors for food at that point.

The cat never attempted the jump.

Nicole found her seafood soulmate at Borda D’Água in Lagoa. We would never get a chance to come back, but we picked a table outside that day and enjoyed the salty breeze from the ocean water. I decided not to bore her with a peculiar fact: French iron work is always cast while English iron work is always wrought. Susan’s balcony was cast, so it was definitely from continental Europe. This isn’t surprising because we were — after all — on an island.

We climbed up to Lagoa do Fogo: perched high up in the crater located almost in the center of the island. We didn’t take the trail down to the base of the mountain and the sandy lake in the middle. We would have to walk back up, and we had yet to make it to Furnas.

Furnas is a resort spa town on the eastern end of the island. It is a peaceful retreat within an already peaceful island, even though it sits on the most active volcanic spot within São Miguel. The air announces the city before you see it: mild sulfur permeates most of the city and it can reach alarming concentrations near the natural springs and geysers.

We dragged ourselves outside one more time to enjoy sunset in Furnas before the real exploring would begin tomorrow.

May 31

Day 4

Thermal Waters of Furnas

Today was an island holiday: children would have the day off for communion and the hot springs would be crowded the man at the lobby said. We had spend the greater part of an hour preparing our “thermal pool” looks and were undeterred. We walked from the hotel to Parque Terra Nostra, where the main public springs are located.

It was nearly empty, and we immediately slipped into the rust colored water. It felt like I had slipped into a warm pool of milk tinted with turmeric. Indeed, our skin, towels, and bathing suits became tinted in orange from the water. It mostly washed out, but a dark towel would have been much better choice than white. The hotel was not pleased when we returned.

In the park we swam, walked, swam, and walked a bit more. The park grounds are condense a wide variety of plan life found on the island and we ended our afternoon thermal spa day with tea and snacks at the hotel overlooking the park. We felt most exhausted than we had imagined from being in the hot springs all day and we slouched our way back to our beds for a late nap.

June 1

Day 5

Boca de Cena

Gorreana Tea Factory is about a 15 minute drive from Furnas. The Azores claim to have the only tea plantation in Europe. While I wouldn’t recommend the Azorean teas we tasted on the trip, the fields themselves we’re beautiful: condensed serpentine hedges of grass pressed together. Tea farms look like a French formal garden squished into tight terraced rows. I didn’t realize how much they prune tea plants: cut very close to the branch so that new leaves can grow and be picked. This must be what a “flush” is when tea is referred to first flush, second, and so-on. Each flush may correspond to a cycle of picking and pruning. No one bothered us as we walked through the tea farm. A group of men were sitting under a large tree toward the back enjoying lunch. It was that kind of day. I couldn’t tell if they worked at the farm or just found the spot to by idyllic, and nobody else seemed to mind.

We had a long drive ahead of us. “Long” in the Azorean sense: nearly two hours. We took the car on a drive along the northern coast, a stop at the park of Ribeira dos Caldeirões (where a famous waterfall tumbles down a short cliff), stopping in Nordeste on the far eastern side of the island, continuing down the eastern coast to the southern edge, and finally looping back through the cities of Povoação, Vila Franca do Campo, and ending up in the main city of Ponta Delgada. With that, we would have circum-drove around the entire island.

The eastern side of the Island of São Miguel is much less developed than the rest. Food options are limited and towns are sleepy and quiet. The main draw are the many lookout points along the drive.

In Nordeste, we stopped for stamps for postcard writing. The afternoon heat hurried us back into our car and down the eastern coast.

At the lookout of Ponta do Sossego, we spotted due south a secluded beach tucked against a nearly shear cliff. Ah, to be swimming in that water! From our high viewpoint, we could still see through pristine Atlantic water hundreds of feet below us down to the very rocks on the ocean floor. And if you could believe, there were people at this beach. We were too afraid to take the drive down the cliff edge and didn’t want to bother walking it either. Yet the reward may very well be worth the trouble.

The road that passes the eastern side of the island runs through Furnas. And we indeed stopped once more in the city for a short break. We enjoyed this part of the island to pass up it up again. And onward we continued to the church at Vila Franca do Campo, where the famous Ilhéu da Vila sunken island lays across the city in the water.

Ponta Delgada is the main city and capital of the Azorean Archipelago. It was evening when we arrived and the sun was beginning it’s descent. The city was buzzing. After a day of driving through the secluded eastern shore, the sound of people was welcome.

We ate dinner at Boca de Cena, and it became our most beloved meal. We found it quite by accident nearby. As we walked in, the server hesitated but then seated us. Walking up to a restaurant — especially the handful of really tase ones — is a good way to end up staying hungry for the night. Reservations are a must in Ponta Delgada, and our luck the first day would not last into the second and third.

Even so, the server of Boca de Cena turned out to be the chef as well. In fact, for the past seven or so years, he has run the restaurant solely himself. The place quickly filled up with languages pushing each other over the dinnertime conversation. I had roast beef and Nicole enjoyed the octopus.

June 2

Day 6


We picked a sunny table by the window and sat down to write our postcards at Louvre Michaelense (off the main square). If only it were a telegram and read thusly:

“Dispatches from the Atlantic. Cups of local tea and green views abound. Please do not send help. We’re happy here.”

But we did need help. In fact, later that night we ended up missing dinner because we didn’t make reservations. And the next night, a similar scenario: our first, second, third options were all booked. The culinary scene in Ponta Delgada is split between only a few restaurants, and our stomachs certainly felt unfortunate at this fact.

June 3

Day 7

Miradouro da Boca do Inferno

The postcard view of the island, which I saw printed on postcards sent back home, is Miradouro da Boca do Inferno. It is a short dirt trail that climbs up a high point perched above the lakes of Sete Cidades. At sunset or sunrise, the green of the island and the blue of the ocean simmer up into the purple, gold, rose, and sulphur of the sky. We went into our car and drove up to the point. We had a few hours before sunrise and our timing would be perfect.

As we got closer and closer, the sky turned whiter and whiter. Clear blue was replaced by murky white. Fog collapsed over the mountains the higher we went until only a few feat were visible in front of us. I kept looking up wishing for a westerly wind to blow the fog away. Nicole parked the car and we took turns guessing which trail actually would lead us to the viewpoint. Dew began collecting immediately on any smooth service.

We were inside a cloud. Next time, we would give ourselves more than once chance to see this vista. For now, it was back to the city on our last night.

June 4

Day 8


Our seats on the plane were adjacent to the emergency exit. As we flew above the island to take in the magnificence of the Azores, our only window was a 4-inch wide porthole at the top of the emergency door. We wouldn’t see a single thing during takeoff. I closed my eyes instead and pictured the landscapes we saw and the trip we had.

How do I say?

Olá (Olah)
Good Morning
Bom dia (Bom[ng] deeya)
Good Night
Boa noite (Boa noite)
Thank you
Obrigado (males) or Obrigada (females) (Obrigahdu)
Sim (sim)
Não (now-uh)
Excuse me
Desculpe (des kuw pe)
Desculpe (des kuw pe)

Where to go

All places above are also placed on this map, as well as a few places not described above.

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Writting by Erol Ahmed

Photography by Erol Ahmed

Published June 2018