I took my very first, First Class plane flight, it was excellent. I can see how people get addicted to the ease of this type of traveling. No lines, free drinks, comfortable seats and smiles lots of smiles, your smiling, the airline attendants are smiling and all your fellow first-classers are smiling, why would they be, its all so easy. But despite all the ease and comfort I still didn't sleep and I arrived excited and exhausted just as I do with all my cattle-class flights.
I was a bit disappointed that I wasn't able to arrive before Mathias and greet him at the dock after his three week long, heroic voyage, but I never expected that he would come to greet me at the airport.
Our little apartment is just perfect, its a remodeled 19th century fishing cottage, like many of the houses in the town.
The view from the garden at the top of the apartment
Horta is a major stop for sailors crossing the Atlantic, and almost all the boats in the large marina are sailboats, and the tourists and transient sailors who are stopping to revive and reload and this gives the town a relaxed and almost gracious vibe.
View of the marina from the top of our street.
Boats at dusk, with the volcano on Pico, the next closest Island visible in the background