We spent a pleasant three hours wandering along the streets of Ponta Delgada. Note the fun pavement.
Nine hundred miles west of Portugal we arrived at Ponta Delgada on the island of San Miguel. The Azores Islands are an autonomous region of Portugal and Delgada is the administrative center. When the Portuguese arrived in the 1400s, they found the islands uninhabited. In the days of sailing ships the islands became an important stop for resupplying with fresh food and water.
We found Delgada quite occupied and very pleasant, almost charming. Surrounded by green mountains that feature pineapple groves and grazing cattle, the city of 45,000 is nestled against the ocean. Instead of scrambling to see sites, we simply wandered through the streets.
The pineapples grown in the Azores are known for their sweetness and are considered a gourmet treat.
I even found time to check in on my blog. Normally, I had to use the ship’s Internet, which cost the proverbial arm and a leg. (Cruise ships are dedicated to separating passengers from their cash. We were dedicated to keeping as much of ours as possible.)
The town of Pont Delgada is surrounded by green mountains where cattle graze.
Our stroll around Delgada took us past attractive churches.
This door on the church was quite dramatic with its white background.
As always, our traveling companion, Kathi, could be expected to find tasty pastries. (Photo by Peggy Mekemson)
These horses waited patiently to provide tourists with a carriage ride.
I loved the way the street tile was extended into the reflection pool in front of Ponta Delgada’s city hall.
Peggy, Kathi and Frances take a break at the pool’s edge.
We found interesting murals in Delgada including this chicken?
I found these abstract squid quite attractive.
As in Europe, we found a number of attractive balconies.
Another balcony in Ponta Delgada.
A flower stand provided a beautiful bouquet of roses.
As the shadows lengthened it was time to return to the ship.
NEXT BLOG: Sailing into the sunset. The proper term is probably cruising into the sunset but I find sailing much more romantic. Our next stop would be Florida.
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